“Mammoth Hot Springs.” James pointed to the upper left corner of the map. “Let’s do that. You liked the geysers yesterday.” “Sure. Okay.” Meekay shrugged, her sweatshirt sliding around on her shoulders. “If you want.” “It’s not about what I want, Meekay. I’m asking...
I. Produce The mist from the overhead sprinkler makes the strawberries plump and shine. “I have to remember to take some home. She loves big strawberries,” he thinks as he rifles through the new produce, turning each piece just so. “I have to remember to fax her...
TO SAY THAT I wasn’t attracted to the girl—that I didn’t harbor any carnal feelings toward her—would be a lie. To tell this story right requires a certain amount of honesty that I feel the above confession satisfies. There are expectations one has when...
With gills fully functioning Lucy slipped into the briny undertow. It feels so good to be home. An interminable six years of university, three years of residency, and five years of medical research weighed heavy on her spirit. Lucy had been landlocked during that time...
At nine years old, he was Duke for a day. “Where are you going, Mikey?” A note of alarm wormed into Mom’s voice. Three weeks since moving to their new home, he had not ventured out. “I’m Duke now. Goin’a play.” The conk of wooden bats falling hard on the asphalt, the...
