Short Story
The Joneses
They were lucky for the brilliant output of the world’s brilliant minds, for so many chances to consume it. Lucky to live in an age of plenty, of pleasure.
Mouth, Fist
He never imagined himself holding a placard, waving a fist. But this, this he could do. People needed to be fed.
Camp Games
Werewolves, you unscathed bastards, open your eyes and decide who to kill.
The Festivities of Dying
An old man walking by says, “When you laugh at someone’s pain, you’re dying inside,” and the model calls back, “No one’s in pain here, grandpa.”
Müllerian Mimicry
Three-fourths of this feeling comes from starting over with Crystal again. An unusual fourth comes from the house’s wide windows.
How Sadie Regrew Wings
Given her dearth of friends, Sadie did worry that her neighbors, mistaking her for a bird, would shoot her down.
Rain
What did it take to divert poisonous attention? Beauty. Sinful amounts of it.
Skunk Cabbage
Kay had promised Louis that she would stop getting so angry. She agreed with him that it didn’t do any good. But what did?
The Mothers in the Woods
“We owe it to our children. We have to be able to do hard things. Whatever it takes.”
