To a Time I Thought Would Break Me by Lauren Woods
This is a love letter to a seven-hundred square foot apartment, to the bedroom with the bunk for you two and the full bed for me we called the dormitory, to waking…
This is a love letter to a seven-hundred square foot apartment, to the bedroom with the bunk for you two and the full bed for me we called the dormitory, to waking…
nudging the bedroom door open, flash of yellow eyes followed by head droop, meow, why aren’t you petting me? On your lap as you stare down winter gloom settling in, a yearly…
The yellow gambrel across the street is shut – the garage doors and side doors, the windows, the blinds. The temperatures rise and the ground thaws, but there is no movement, no…
“Mom! Mom, look what’s happened!” Lily taps my hand. I’m slow coming to as she tries to tug me out of bed. Since my husband Flint, Lily’s pa, was fired last week,…
The old man took his daughter and grandson on a ride through the park, past the church, and around his old high school. He regaled them with stories of football, track, singing,…
It’s bonfire night and you’re side by side on the Ferris wheel watching the fireworks boom across the bay. Without saying a word, they turn to face you. You catch the movement…
Since the first day of seventh grade, Aaron had been a runner. He loved the freedom of the winding roads, the slice of the cool wind, the rhythm of his clopping shoes.…
At the pool, Mike told his daughter Katy, who was eight, to come into the men’s changing rooms with him and Joe, so they could all have a quick wee before going…
Because Michael is lardy the other kids call him Michael Fatley. Or just Fatley. He hates that and won’t hang out with them. He’s ok. He lives next door, and comes round.…
“Women and children first! Women and children first!” A brandy snifter in one hand, a cigar in the other, I am alone as I watch people rush about on deck from the…
The discomforts are plentiful: it’s dark of course, crowded too. And it smells, like a dozen unwashed bodies. Pavel is limiting his breathing to avoid as much of the stench of armpits,…
Charlene and I had known each other for so long that by the time we were in high school, our attempts at being a couple seemed incestuous. But we promised each other…