“Monday at Johnny’s” by Christian Aguiar

The sun is only just getting tired, sliding itself down behind the row of houses on the other side of Missouri. The sky is gray and restless. “Might be one of them derechos tonight . . .”

“The Seeds You Plant” by Christian Aguiar

What other parents spent on music academies and study trips to New Zealand, she had spent on this little packet . . .

“My Name is Brendan” by Christian Aguiar

“My name is Brendan.”

He repeated the words as he walked down to the sidewalk . . .