Fiction

Moira had thought about it, of course. She had never left the country before, had only been west of the Mississippi once for a cousin’s wedding in Denver. Traveling was one of the first things that it had occurred to her to do. But she’d needed, she realized, Kayleigh’s permission, assurance that her daughter would be fine without her near. She decided she would take a month. October first to early November.

The Dancer Nagelsby Ed Walsh

Over the space of the next two years, Frankie Nagels had fifteen fights and won them all, eight on unanimous decisions, one split decision, and six stoppages. One thing we learned in that time, apart from the fact that I was very quick, was that I couldn't take a punch.

Let the Childby G.W. Currier

In the evenings, I imagined some way of connecting with my girls on the weekends they stayed with me—games to play, meals to cook, something, anything—and sketched out a design for a swing set. They’d been growing quieter, more distant and said they didn’t like the way my place smelled—Like farts and old potato chips, Briar said—and complained there was nothing to do.

Greatnessby Paul Hostovsky

It never occurred to us that he was on his way to greatness. One of the greatest harmonica players ever: jazz, folk, rock, Latin, blues, country, even classical. The inventor of the chromatic playing style on a regular diatonic ten-hole harmonica. But to us he was just the kid who sucked and blew and drooled a lot with that thing forever installed in his mouth...

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