You are fascinated by the hippies sitting by the river. They remind you of puppies, the way they sprawl on top of each other in a pile on the stone steps leading down to the bank of the Mississippi. There are even a few dogs mixed in with the people, mutts that flop on to… Continue reading That’s Not a Favor
Nick has never been to a sad funeral before. He’s been to funerals of course, but they were for old people, people who everyone knew were on their way out. He’s never been to a funeral for someone his age, someone in their twenties. And he’s never been to a funeral for someone who committed… Continue reading The One Who Does Hair on Corpses
I feel bad for not picking Nicki because she is so desperate for appointments. I have been here for two hours and her chair has stayed empty, and as Dave whispered to me, this is like a barbershop. If the chair is empty, they aren’t making money. Nicki is in the corner drawing while Dave… Continue reading Deeper
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?
Andy doesn’t enjoy going to dinner with his father, but that doesn’t stop him from showing up at Doe’s Steakhouse every other Friday at eight o’ clock exactly. His boyfriend thinks he’s some sort of masochist for putting himself through the specific form of torture that is Robert Cady. Maybe he is. All he knows… Continue reading When It’s Over
Lacey is on her knees in the front row as she sings, her arms reaching for something that Mary knows she’ll never catch, eyes squeezed shut and brown hair stuck to her forehead from sweat, rocking with the pulsing of electric bass. Lacey has recently returned to ‘walking with Christ’ having been shown by the… Continue reading Observations from a Pew in Church
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