Flash Frog

The North Platte River was nearly dry, long sand banks exposed. She watched a guy in a Funyuns T-shirt eating Cheetos gas up his Penske. Passing a semi, her husband pointed at the words Isaiah 50:3 written in dirt on the back door. I…

Sammy stands atop his mattress, arms-crossed, chin-out, and declares he’s not tired, “not even a yittle bit.” It sounds cute but it’s 10:23pm and we’ve been here an hour, and egg-free/dairy-free/gluten-free cupcakes for tomorrow’s Valentine’s party char in the oven, so when Sammy bends…

After the divorce, the first one appeared between the salad forks. I had opened the cutlery drawer looking for something ordinary to do with my hands. It was late. The kitchen light was the wrong kind of bright. On the draining board sat one…