That Woman

by Ella She had her scarf tightly wrapped around her face as she joined me under the heat lamps. It’s cold,” she said, “It’s cold.” I nodded in agreement, exaggeratedly, so that she could see my acknowledgment through my own fastened scarf. She continued speaking about little things as though I had given her more …

Death

by Collyn Warner The Death Card sits wedged in the pocket of her denim jeans as she fumbles with the corner of it, trying to make herself feel a little more certain while wearing the card down a bit further. Inevitably when you sit in a coffeeshop and see random pieces of paper stashed in …

The Shortcut

by Celeste Stupid shortcut. Why did I listen to him? Jenna thinks as she huffs to an intersection. She stops to hitch up the lacy front of her ridiculous gown. Suddenly another red-faced woman in a lacy white gown comes jogging up the other street. Margie! Jenna bunches her skirt in one hand and pounds …