“A Game of Faces” by Carrie A. Brown
Skimming the instructions again, I was really just playing for time…
Skimming the instructions again, I was really just playing for time…
The urge has risen several times to completely flip out at my daughter, who has repeatedly proven the Terrible Twos is an actual phenomenon.
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.