2079 15 11
|
For one glittering moment
|
207922
|
The difficulty of disabled parenting was predictable,
but nothing could prepare me
for having to say goodbye to my wife again
on problem #7.
|
207982
|
Lena jumps in Tungi’s ride, a busted Cutlass with chrome wheels and booming stereo. She hugs him, presses her chichis against his. He’s wearing too much cologne, but Lena’s glad he’s trying.
|
2079101
|
Annie remembers clearly the smell of that classroom, the look and taste of it. Thirty little cruel girls, as cruel as only girls can be, sitting in rows of five.
|
20782118
|
Millie was a good woman, Bobby said. A good Christian woman. Well, I said, you can’t hold that against her.
|
2078235
|
I had the distinct feeling she was telepathic. As that thought crossed my mind, she smiled broadly and returned my quizzical stare. It caught me off guard, wasn't what I expected.
|
2078176
|
Every time I read a great line by another writer, I feel fear.
|
20782218
|
he makes his way back / to the ocean, back to the popcorn, back / to the pinball machines
|
207767
|
In study hall Brandon sat like a little faggot so I said “Hey faggot.”“That's right, faggot. Don't look at me. I don't like faggots looking at me. I don't want their faggot eyes on me, faggot.”Bell rang and he walked like a faggot and held his books…
|
207755
|
The story will starve. It will crawl up your throat to get the cracker.
|
20773516
|
My heart beat someone up the stairwell.
|
207522
|
“What’s a hushpuppy?” 264 asked 118, who knew three words of English.
118 said, “No.”
|
207542
|
About halfway through reading some book that was supposed to be some really deep shit, I decided to write my own book instead.
|
207553
|
|
207531
|
There, at that cabin, she had first tasted the back of a hand in anger, the sting of a horsewhip, bone-deep fear and, finally, an unthinkable act of self defense.
|
207421
|
The diner was half filled with the loose ends of humanity that stayed up until five in the morning. We picked a booth by the window. The light in the diner was a dingy yellow, and the seats were that lobster-red vinyl that could only have been installe
|
207400
|
I’m twenty eight years old, and I am dying.
|
207331
|
"I would physically — not metaphorically, mind you — make love to that avocado..."
|
207300
|
It was days before Parker and I could even get up the nerve to look in each others' direction at the cafe. We kept trying to avoid the other's glance. But after a time things began to soften between us. I could sense it the day the tension began to eas
|
207300
|
The kitchen I snuck out of seventeen years before kept fading to black and white, with this layer of something between me and them.
|
2073129
|
1.Oh yes, I'm just kicking around in the leftover moon dust you could say I'm certainly not waiting around for your satellite feed anymore certainly never ever hoping to see if your free falling hair strands still look…
|
207221
|
This stage of Junior’s young life was static, moving very little off-center since his graduation from high school five years ago. Treading water both professionally and emotionally never worried him. Not until after what transpired that night when Pr
|
207220
|
Alysia never said a word as she rested her body on Suzaku’s feathers. She felt the wings cover her like a blanket. It brought memories of her mother doing the same as they watched a movie together on the couch.
|
2072168
|
I didn't go to China, however. I would have gone there in debt wearing their clothing. I was afraid to owe even $4,000 (what I still owe) living overseas.
|
207193
|
Backs in the grass, legs straight, bare feet resting at angles, Rachel and I, both of us seven, looked up through the oak limbs that made black lightning cracks across a blinding blue sky. Three hula hoops sat trapped in the trees’ sprawled grasp.
|
207100
|
They tell me I’m crazy. I say I’m just keeping up.
|
207185
|
Your pajamas torture us.
When moist they uncomfortably cling. They have evil buttons, and they cause us to stumble on them in the dark.
|
20712112
|
She could live there forever, in that smokey memory...
|
207082
|
It would wander the hallways after the 3:45 bell, after the last class, after the students had all disappeared with the homework they'd never finish, the papers they'd forget to write, after Nate the janitor pushed his broom through the endless doorways,
|
2070103
|
Her father stuffed years worth of stories into the phone, a sort of begging: how the new dog rode in the golf cart and retrieved lost Pinnacles; how the garage’s rent was too expensive; how the doctor gave him new pills and how he had lost weight and cu
|
