Nonfiction – Issue 1

The father of the deceased—when interviewed for television—said, with a solitary tear in his stoic eye, that “she didn’t have a wicked bone in…

It’s 2013, and I’m visiting an elderly professor in an assisted living facility in the college town where I live. I haven’t seen him…

“AAA says there’s at least an hour wait,” my friend Madeline says, sullenly dragging a hand through her hair. It is a muggy July…