Fiction

Muddin’

Though they weren’t married anymore, Chelle and Bill still got together for sex from time to time. But only when they had both been drinking at the Elks, usually on nights when the special was tequila. Cheap tequila with a little lime and salt was Chelle’s favorite. After the first…

What Lies on the Mind

The fog rose off the lake like puffs of smoke blown into the atmosphere. Heavy drops beat down the humidity that tried to creep up from the soil. It didn’t have much of a fighting chance. Autumn gave up on its lie of better days to come with each dying leaf. The…

Pilgrims

Coulter felt wiggling fat rolls bunch from his waistline to clavicles as he pedaled up the long incline. A slow heat burned from his quads to the bone with each strained pump of his legs. Top of the rise had been his mantra for the last half hour on the hill.…

Mary Yoder, Walking

I think of Mary Yoder standing just outside the kitchen door, one foot holding it open, swatting mosquitos in the white flood light. She smoked a cigarette like it was delicious. Her waist-length hair was tied back in a tight ponytail and then braided—she hadn’t figured that part out yet.…

The Finisher Barn

We were seven men in dusted T-shirts standing in a flat horizon of layered dead turkeys. When we stepped, their organs crushed under our boots and spread soft and thick. At one time, there had been eight of us in total, all almost-collegegraduates. Stan, in the years before we all…

What Work Is

So up and down I sow them For lads like me to find, When I shall lie below them, A dead man out of mind. —A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad, LXIII Randy’s father rattled the classified section and held the paper an arm’s length from his face, squinting as he…