The steering wheel was so cold it felt like it was biting into my skin, but I hadn’t turned the heat on in…
Her tiny body was trembling, a vibration so deep it seemed to come from her bones. It wasn’t just the cold; it was…
He was gone. The echo of his ignorance, “Birds of a feather, right? You two deserve each other,” hung in the air like…
The scent in the bridal room was supposed to be victory. White roses and lilies, the faint, sugary smell of hairspray, and the…
I’d been in the bathroom for ten minutes, not because I needed to go, but because the mirror was my last line of…
The noise of the coffee shop—the hiss of the steamer, the low murmur of other, happier dates—faded to a dull roar. The world…
I watched Mrs. Henderson’s back as she disappeared into the office, the heavy door clicking shut with a sound that felt terrifyingly final.…
The windshield wipers of my ’98 Civic were losing. They flopped back and forth, smearing the gray Chicago deluge across the glass, a…
The walk back to the farmhouse felt like I was moving through wet cement. My arms, accustomed to hauling lumber and drywall, were…
The alley reeked. It was the smell of Miami that the tourism boards try to hide—a thick, wet-wool blanket of rotting food, stale…