Load-bearing
I choose them both.
Melancholy
Fish Tale
You’re asking was it the fish that started the dreams. Sure. The fish.
Perfect Morning
The back door sticks on humid mornings.
Briefly and Completely Mine
I log none of this. That is new.
True Dead
The ping came in the third hour of daywatch.
Filed Under
The lair smelled like solder and bad decisions.
Still Light
The morning started with Donnie eating toast over the sink the way he always did
The Canvas
The rock cut through her gloves at the third handhold.
Thorn Apple
Ruthanne stopped apologizing years ago.
The Phone
I can make it ring.
The Lighter
She watches the blue at the root of the flame.
The Final Meal
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.