Crashing

by Alle C. Hall
She was eight and at the beach and she felt like a movie star.

Joshua

by Jordana Jacobs
Inside the ovaries of my husband’s grandmother, Sylvie, resided an egg the size of a grain of sand that would have been Hannah, my brilliant and accomplished mother-in-law.

Wapiti Nocturne

by Douglas W. Milliken
Mum died in the last days of October, leaving—among other things—a lot of fall-time chores incomplete.

Palloncino

by Lauren Lynn Matheny
Whatever the color, there had been a balloon. There had been a boy. And there had been a fall.

White Chrysanthemums

by Lori Nevole
My first girlfriend was Catholic, and thought no one would know she was a lesbian if she kept up a great manicure.

Hollows

by Tommy Dean
We’re lying in the middle of a cracked country road, fireflies blinking a message we’re too human to understand.

A Tragedy, A Process, An Adjustment

by Betsy Porter
She would be devastated if something happened to him—a car accident, for example, it’s entirely possible.

Aim

by Rebecca Foust
If Pastor Dale’s deer-stand was built as a place from which to squeeze a hair trigger, it also ladled up a grand view of the valley below, thick with hickory, sycamore, and elm.

Living With Lies

by Gita M. Smith
Whenever someone asks me, “So, what do you do?” I like to say, “I am a crash test dummy tech for the National Highway Traffic Safety folks.”

Clemency

by Cady Vishniac
A dead ringer for Josey. She sneezes as she walks into the pharmacy, and I look up from the newspaper I’m not supposed to be reading.