“It Wasn’t Until” by Renee Lake
I have two daughters, both over the age of five. I never expected to raise boys . . .
I have two daughters, both over the age of five. I never expected to raise boys . . .
You could tell by the way that they cleaned the guns that they’d been taught by the same person . . .
“Your first body?” “Dead one, yeah.”
“Sheila, make my shower extra hot today,” I say, walking to the bathroom . . .
She should have known something was wrong when the beach resembled a desert . . .
For my daughter, “Shit!” became the Shit . . .
Capitán Ernesto Guillén, the chief of detectives for Zone Six of Ecuador’s Policía Nacional, was tired and cranky, but most of all hungry. . .
The blackened fingernail curve of the earth is highlighted by crystal refractions of light. Breathtaking . . .