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 … Continue reading Death

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 … Continue reading The Shortcut