The Worst Kind of Girl

The Worst Kind of Girl

The Worst Kind of Girl Susan Rukeyser “They found another body,” Seth called from the motel’s lone breakfast table, across from my front desk. “Out past the dry lakebed. This one was on fire.” His overgrown, salt-and-pepper hair was wild from the night before. Too...
Crows Cape

Crows Cape

Crows Cape Gretchen Welch As she lay in bed, Claire listened to the rain. It hit the concrete on almost all sides, sounding all around her domed bedroom. Her morning interrupted by a cacophony of octave pitches. The echoes of the drops filled the cool space, pinging...
Baby Goldman

Baby Goldman

Baby Goldman Pamela Gwyn Kripke PART ONE 1968 As a child, my mother fell asleep listening to the adults at the end of the hall. It was the 1940s, when relatives visited each other in the evenings and sat up and talked. They spoke about the baby, sometimes, the baby...