I failed a homeless girl on the coast of India. No one knows. Not even the girl.
Blue-Eyed Devil by Jenny Cutler Lopez
Category: July 2015
Split End by Kirsten Voris
I watched the sunlight slide along the wall and considered other jobs I might apply for. Around its zenith, the sun illuminated a hair.
BKK by Leigh Hellman
I …exited the subway station … walking the way that Chicago raised me to. Eyes forward: cold, glassy, seeing everything and noticing no one. No smile, no teeth.
The Other F Word by Elane Johnson
Serial cheating on most of my husbands? A handful of suicide attempts? Shopping at Walmart? Check, check and check. But there is one…guilty pleasure I’ve guarded with my life.
Dick Jokes and Dirty Puns by Dana Sitar
It started during my divorce. I was lonely and bored and needed a cheap pick-me-up before I could go home after work.
No One’s There to Catch You When You Fall by Terry Barr
Stopping at Publix, in that day’s plan anyway, offered the opportunity for a meal. An unwise, unplanned, and definitely irregular meal.
The Lengths I’d Grow for You by Emily Nelms
After spending almost half of my Saturday bringing its color back to life, I was not looking forward to the extra hour that would be needed to trim the abundant mass of hair on my head.
The Erection Question by Liz Prato
Here’s the tricky part of the whole “sex isn’t a part of therapeutic massage” paradigm: humans are sexual beings.
Killing Sims by Sydney Allen
I’m unsure of precisely why it can be so thrilling to watch someone eat a rotten plate of spaghetti against his own will.
Don’t Look by Kim Kluxen Meredith
When I was four years old, I made my own tap shoes. I nailed Orange Crush bottle caps to the toes and heels of my Red Keds.
