“Mom! Dad!” There was the sound of the typewriter coming from the office, and Hazel thought she heard someone yell “In here!” This was perfect: she wanted to add more canned goods to her mausoleum fallout shelter before it got dark. From her room she retrieved a brown paper bag from the A&P g...
Lena and I changed in the supply closet and I noticed that the bin of basketballs was sitting right where the volleyballs used to be—and the volleyballs were gone. I hoped this was the work of a flock of volleyball-loving penguins called to play snow volleyball out on the field, but I knew the tr...
SHE SLIPS AWAY IN the night. The breath goes out and does not come back in. ii. I’d like to say I woke up in the middle of the night, shocked awake by the sudden loss, a ripple across the cosmos. I do not. I sleep a dreamless sleep and wake with sandy eyes. When I come downstairs, Mom is on the c...