Dan Coxon For the first week the wallet sat next to the phone. David would eye it cautiously as he left for work each morning, as if he expected it to burst into flames, or come to life and flap clumsily across the room. All it did was slowly gather a thin film...
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Kacee Belcher After the wolf cub slipped from his mother into the den with his brothers and sisters, he hunched down in terror as he lay on the cold ground, his legs not yet working. His eyes, still closed, felt heavy with the placental fluid that had mixed with the dirt that surrounded...
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Mathieu Cailler Penn continued to drive through the night. Snow and gales of wind assailed his SUV as he barreled towards home, his foot steady on the gas, his mitts positioned firmly at ten and two. Heat billowed from the vents on the dashboard and moved loose strands of...
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“Do you have a boyfriend?” “It's okay,” I said, calming down their laughter. “No, no boyfriend.” “First love?” I turned to the chalkboard, glanced up at the ceiling, thinking of something to say. “Well, there was a boy I loved in college.” I sighed and spun back around to face them. “We were best...
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Justine was patient, with her cell phone pressed to her ear as she listened to her dear friend Sarah, but she was tired of the “you’ve got to kiss a lot of frogs in order to find your prince” analogy she so often heard after yet another dreadful first date. Sarah was...
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