“Is it really that bad?” My mother’s voice pierces into my brain. I lift my head from the breakfast table. Through blurry vision I see her floating around the long kitchen counter. She darts from one end to the other like an angry hornet. Feeling around on the table for my glasses, my hand touches …
Having loaded his weekly groceries into the trunk of his car, William pushed his shopping cart with purpose through the lot of empty cars toward the cart return slip. The bruise-colored sky had only gotten darker since he had entered the super market, and he had no desire to be rained on. He aligned his …
“Where the fuck have you been?” Ali spat, slamming the apartment door behind her. The blue glow of the television poured into the dark living room, coating the coffee table and sofa in light. A glare bounced off Ryan’s glasses, hiding his eyes. She could barely make out his black, mussed up hair and stubbled …
“Will you bring me my drink,” dad asked as he lit a cigarette. He had just plopped down on the sofa, remote in one hand, lighter in the other, cigarette glued between his lips. The liquid in the squatty glass could have easily been mistaken for iced tea. Victoria took a quick sip before carefully …