Comfort ~ Jennifer Acker

The girl flew over the handlebars while the boy who loved her stood still. It was the girl’s birthday and now she was going to die. The neighbor man who had see...

Rue ~ Jill Birdsall

When I wake on my sixteenth birthday the Pope is standing over my bed.  He’s staring at me and he doesn’t look away. “You and I,” he says.  He nods toward...

Turnstiles ~ Grant Tracey

When Johnny Betz saw Jeannie Betz he wasn’t sure it was really her. It had been quite a few weeks—outside of lengthy, odd phone calls—since they’d sat down and ...