Category: Fiction

Then it became clear her out-of-sorts-ness those last couple hours meant nothing except she’d been incubating something outré to say.

When she had her wits about her, she was a relentless hunter-down of slackers, jokers, and lavatory smokers.

She fled in the middle of the night, her white minivan racing down the highway. She’d flung the campsite reservation clipboard on the ground, left the wash bucket on the stoop of the outhouse.

When Ryan heard Tayce unlocking the front door, he got back in bed, pulled the covers to his neck, and pretended to be sleeping.