As he circled the bright fields, I imagine him whispering the name he gave me: Little Lily.
The Gift of Lilies by Sayuri Ayers
Category: Creative Nonfiction
Black Alpaca by Jessica Power Braun
My parents came for a visit so my husband Phil and I could attend a wedding about two hours away.
What Strange Light the Setting Sun by Porter Huddleston
…they were not children’s authors. They were regular people, which meant they had no need to render themselves appealing to their own children.
Cloud Hands by Vivian Lee Croft
She begins to count. Rhythmically. Softly. “One, two, three,” until she reaches thirty or so.
Currency by Jessica Ripka
My dad’s wallet is empty except for the ten dollars I tuck inside when he’s not looking.
In That River I Saw Him Again by Catherine Young
Endless streams of coal trains coursed in and out of my childhood in Pennsylvania’s Lackawanna Valley…
Scars Fists Watch Kiss by Jonathan Winston Jones
Three scars brush my face. Two visible. One hidden.
Precedent by Zachary Ostraff
I found the bunny by a fence. It was dead. I checked its body for wounds. Nothing. It just died.
Brothers In Arms by Jessica Ripka
It is the day after Christmas and we are about to drive to Connecticut in the rain to see relatives in a car rented under my name.
Dead Weight by Claire O’Brien
The first time I encountered rigor mortis I was seven.
