Wretcher

Wretcher

I found out I was a wretcher the first time I fell in love. I was seventeen and he stretched tall and pale with red hair and water eyes. He held my hands and then me and together we were silent standing in the foyer. Then his mouth and mine together, there was his...
Between This Their Hands Happened Everywhere

Between This Their Hands Happened Everywhere

She stopped their kissing but didn’t step away. She said it was different. They stood pressed together in an alley between crummy apartment buildings, the sky sick with rosy city-darkness. It was late and damp and they were parting, her staying, him going. Happy...
Three Stories

Three Stories

Mike, Thirteen*   Mike, thirteen, steals a can of Coke from the cooler in back of the old store. That night, he dreams he is caught, but the next morning he can’t remember his dreams. It’s summer. The can of Coke is at his friend’s house, on the ping pong table....
Ice a Mile Thick

Ice a Mile Thick

My son stares at the mazes of rusted, graffiti-scrawled pipes. He asks what they’re for. The real answer is boring, so I say, “Scientific experiments on aliens.” “Someday I’m going to live here,” he says. The structure is actually a skeleton of an old gasworks factory...
A Good Deed

A Good Deed

I CONSIDER YOU as I lay bleeding. The bullet passed through my chest beneath the collar bone, clean, but must have nicked something on the way because a little crook of bone is jutting out the exit wound and I can’t help myself from touching it with the tip of...
Snatch

Snatch

Kate never planned to steal a baby, yet here she was, driving around with a cheerful, bald-headed baby she’d only just met, kicking his stout legs on the passenger seat. He really should be riding in the back. Better still, secured in a car seat. Kate was terrified...