Commissioned by Amy Finley, written from the prompt, “besties, college, bourbon.” Savannah has come to a decision: from now on, she is only attending upperclassmen parties. At the parties in the dorms, people actually drink the ‘punch’ made by the lacrosse team in four gallon trash bags, smelling like cherry NyQuil and pine tress. When… Continue reading What Are We Celebrating?
Commissioned by Meggan Skrzypek, written from the prompt, "travel, pink, a dog." Judy Gumm yawns, her pink tongue curling out of her mouth, whining soft and high. Fiona unzips the front of her crate just a tad and pushes a pretzel through. It drops to the bottom of Judy Gumm’s crate and she sniffs it.… Continue reading A Worse Seat Mate