The Hsiehs
My mother was the darkest and poorest of her sisters, and though she wore her red dress from Ross with the matching belt, Aunt Hsieh said she looked like a ladybug or a boil that required lancing.
The Internet Play
Marie Mayweather had been doxxed. Or rather, the bot formerly known as Marie Mayweather had been doxxed. She had passed successfully for many years, thirty-six of them, in fact, at last check.
Dinner, Again
The youngest vegan child, Jeremy, was over at his friend Emma's house. Knowing the rules, Jeremy asked in advance what Emma’s family would eat that evening. They planned on fish pie for supper, so he asked to bring the fish.
A Kind of Happiness
She takes turquoise pills — more than she should — to fall asleep. That and the wine usually allow her to make it until the alarm goes off, but today she wakes early, when the sun is just rising.
Market Dynamics
You can’t imagine what it was like for him to pull in behind the Circle K and tell the kids behind the dumpster that he had pills for sale.
Discretion
Roe’s gaze fell. He put the car in park and stopped to think. He tried to explain, as best he could, that discretion is integral to a marriage of complicities — that jailbreaking requires us to steal together.
You Can’t Get to Heaven in a Miniskirt
Unless I stopped acting like a girl that flirts, I was doomed to stub my toe again and again ’til there was nothing but a bloody nub left. I’d never be a ballerina. And I wouldn’t get into heaven. It might seem extreme, and naive. But I was a 14-year-old hopeful ballerina who liked sci-fi and preferred trees to people.
Eileen’s Book of Jokes
I can never remember the one true deity’s proper name & several times I’ve avoided awkwardness by addressing him as “bucko” which makes me sound like the dad.