“Operation Bastard” by Karina Bush
Me and my best friend hung out every night on the streets, smoking cigarettes and talking to older boys in cars.
Me and my best friend hung out every night on the streets, smoking cigarettes and talking to older boys in cars.
The president’s national security advisor delivered the words she had dreaded hearing: “Madam President, I’m afraid you can no longer safely appear in public.”
“Mr. Funderburke, I think my cousin is trying to kill me.”
“I think Scarlet is psychic,” I blurted to my partner as we lay in our dark bedroom.
It’s the last day of Family Health Week at my son’s elementary school.
Kakadu. That vast floodplain, a wilderness as green as the eye can see, in Australia’s Northern Territory. That’s where I’d brought her to die.
No matter how many times you’ve done it, it’s never easy.
Matt sneezed all over the pig fetus and then wiped his nose with his glove covered with formaldehyde and who knows what viruses.