Fiction
The Present
If she just had her family back, Nia thought. Together they could chart a way out of the breaking.
Pages from Before
Three days, our people had agreed: a real, old-school, ‘Rolling Stone’–style profile.
Pinned
“I didn’t even realize the sun had already set,” I said, turning on a light for Herrick. He awoke with a jerk. “Time to eat.”
An Old Hope
In previous pages of my journal, what I had remembered of the poem she’d shared with me, I jotted down.
Alarm
Our Prevenir wristwatch alarms went off, the sound like a flock of robotic seagulls. One pill, every fifteen minutes, for twelve hours of each day.
People Like Them
It would never be said that Gloribel wasn’t the first, or the last, to swallow what wasn’t real.
Two Mothers and a Tara
Usually, Tara’s mother socializes. I stand at a distance, holding Tara in my arms.
The Baby Carrier Built for Men: FAQs for Commando™
Our desert-night camouflage pattern may bring back memories of the flak you donned in Bagdad.