selected by Sarah Broderick

Ocean Beach, 1963

My brother and I stood waist-deep in the Pacific on a cold day in November. Along the shoreline, signs screamed, People Swimming and Wading Have Drowned Here, b...

Drowning

Fact #1 She left him in the car. It was the first time.   It’s not the first time the daycare’s called, late, citing some housekeeping dilemma (th...

Birdsong

Ava’s mama yanked the wooden backed brush through her hair, whipping it into a tidy bun. No nonsense. Ava combed her fingers through her own short hair. It used...

Extreme Unction

We sit outside our hotel room on the balcony. Florence is before us, hot, hazy, at eight o’clock at night, her sky pink. We drink Campari and soda. His weddi...

Coyotes

Alton knew his daddy thought him weak. No matter how hard he willed them not to, his legs trembled when he climbed the ladder to hang tobacco in the barn rafter...

By the River

The train spanned the rusted length of the short bridge, grimacing smoke. Halfway across it halted abruptly and blared its horn. A thick arm spat out of an orie...

Honyockers

The concrete scratched against her thin cheek as she eyed the boy from around the corner of the convenience store. Redheaded and thin-boned—he was harmless look...

What Do You Do?

There was this kid. He was an odd kid. Long blonde hair. Denim jacket. Torn shirt underneath. Frayed shorts. Black shoes. He looked like he might be holding hal...

Colony

The boyfriend took a seat beside me on a worn, corduroy couch. After a while he looked up from his computer and said his name. I said, “I know who you are.” He ...