’72 Datsun by Elizabeth Cranford Garcia
’72 Datsun by Elizabeth Cranford Garcia

“Trash-can colored and rusty, it was a car all throat,
all fits and stutters, a guttural language

choked at every breakneck shift of gears,
a devil’s-in-hell kind of loud, so buzz-saw loud

you could feel the fuel catch fire inside it, its inner life burning
with something I was too small to name.”

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Feminine Absurdities by Carly Brown
Feminine Absurdities by Carly Brown

“It wasn’t until my fourth or fifth sip of tea this morning that I noticed Miss Nancy Carson was missing her eyebrows. I promptly set the cup down and stared at her across the breakfast table. I wanted to make certain she had not simply hidden her brows under too much white pomade. The girl is at an age where she has begun to prepare her toilette, and painting takes practice to master. But her brows were not covered up. They were gone.”

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Colliding by Julie O. Petrini
Colliding by Julie O. Petrini

“I knew who Tim Davis was in high school, but I didn’t introduce myself to him until my mom ran him over with her car. And this is not some kind of “meet-cute” story, where her tires caught his foot as she slowly backed out at the grocery store or something. Rushing home on a drizzly November evening, from a place she should not have been, my mother mowed Tim down as he rode his bicycle to work, paralyzing him below the waist.”

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