February 2012
3 posts
Vice Vs. Us
We’re sitting in a room with bad carpet and cold air telling our secrets to one another. In the beginning it feels unsafe like a raft without any lifejackets or oars. My turn hasn’t come yet, my telling hasn’t been told; and so all I want is for it to be lunch time so we can call it a day. Unfortunately the world doesn’t revolve around me so I carry on as...
Man on Fire: A Story About Grace
He sits across from her in an orange jumpsuit, smiling big and goofy, unrestrained. There’s a sense of undeserved joy on the man’s face. He shouldn’t look so happy, given the setting, given the very framework for her visit. Nonetheless, they can both tell it’s going to be a good visit. Not like the last one where he asked her to leave on account of her asking too many...
Mike & Ike
She was standing in line at Wal-Mart when she thought of him. Or perhaps she was out of line, in a small town full of nothing flashy wearing snake-skin ballet flats and too many bangles to count. Nonetheless, the little boy, the chubby one with the unibrow standing in front of her grabbed at a pack of Mike & Ikes and begged with hideous puppy eyes and an unpleasant voice.
“Please can...