When I married Wyatt, it felt like I was entering into a whirlwind romance with a man who was unlike anyone I’d ever met. A year later, that whirlwind turned into a storm, leaving me alone, deceived, and shattered after discovering his infidelity. Our di:vor:ce was quick and sterile. There were no children. There are … Read more
A biker came to my wife’s grave every week, but I didn’t know who he was. I watched him from my automobile for six months. The same day. Same time. Every Saturday at 2 PM, he would ride his Harley to Sarah’s grave and wait there for exactly one hour. He never brought flowers. I … Read more
You ever have one of those nights where the universe tilts and every promise you’ve ever made comes due at once? That was me—2:47 a.m., garage smelling of engine oil, hands elbow-deep in the guts of a ’73 Harley when my phone buzzed like a hornet. St. Mercy Hospital, New Mexico, Social Services. The kind … Read more
Running Late An eight-year-old boy was sprinting down the street, his backpack bouncing on his shoulders. He was already late for math class, and in his mind he could see his teacher’s stern face. He dreaded those moments when she scolded him for being late or stumbling over an answer. “She’s going to yell again… … Read more
1. The Years of Loss Fifteen years ago, a tragic bus acc:ident on the Granada–Malaga highway forever altered the life of a young boy named Alejandro Ruiz. Though declared d3ad in the aftermath, Alejandro was in fact rescued by an old fisherman who found him clinging to debris off the coast of Almería. The … Read more
It happened on Highway 19 — a day no one there would ever forget. Earl Henderson had been driving for sixteen straight hours, desperate not to lose a $15,000 contract. Sweat rolled down his temples as his semi idled behind him, the engine hissing like an angry beast. He was tired, angry, and one phone … Read more
The rain came down in sheets that night — cold, relentless, and loud enough to drown out the hum of passing cars. The streets were empty, except for one flickering streetlight that buzzed over the gas station on the corner of Maple and Third. Inside, Sienna Clark, a single mother of two, stood under the … Read more
The morning I learned I’d won the lottery, my coffee went cold in my hands. The ticket itself was soft with the oil of my fingers, the ink of the six numbers a little blurred from the crease I’d made in my wallet. I had laid it beside my phone on the kitchen table of … Read more
The radio on my shoulder crackled with the familiar static of end-of-watch. 8:50 PM. Another long Friday shift in the bag. Just paperwork, then I’d grab some takeout and relieve Mrs. Henderson, our saint of an elderly neighbor who watched Lily after school. My phone buzzed, and Lily’s face, grinning with a missing front tooth, … Read more
Five years earlier, my life had split once already. We were twenty-seven and driving home from a Friday night movie, Daniel’s hand on my knee, my bare feet pressing a heat print into the dashboard. A truck drifted across the centerline. The rest of my sentences from that year end in passive voice: the car … Read more