Patrol
He watched until the child reached its mother in the doorway. Then he shouldered the pack and continued down the gravel road.
Doll Parts
I hate it like I hate everything that’s Kennedy’s and not mine. Everything that’s got Ken when I don’t.
Bird Dancing
They said Albert could teach her the birds, so she would go with him to the marshes. They didn’t know she would learn how to fly out of her body.
Still Time
It’s my second anniversary, the beginning of another comatose year in a powerless body. Yet my spirit is wide awake, with high-octane perception and full-throttle memories that have nothing to do with cells or dendrites or the vast limitations of anything tangible.
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