Lunch Ticket
Doll Code
I check my chin strap, tug my knee pads, slip the star over my helmet, skate to the line, crouch, right fist balled at eye level, left fist punching my lumbar spine. The whistle bleats. We jammers run, vicious ballerinas en pointe…
100 Word Story
Solitary Work
Maria slouches near the reference desk squinting through porthole-thick lenses at Little Women.The librarian special-ordered new large-print titles, and Maria prays they arrive before her eleventh birthday…
Catapult
It Is What It Is
I pretend I don’t see Jim hurling my National Geographic collection, issue by issue, at the entertainment center. I adjust the faux Japanese screen and clear my throat. The magazines whizz by…