“You talkin’ ‘bout aftah school, boy?” Mr. Turnbull asked him,

putting his cigarette down into a blus metallic tray full of butts.

Turnbull’s pants were the standard coverall grey…

Horses know things.

She lay across the entrance of Dutfield's Yard with rain coming like retribution, as if it aimed to scour away something grievous and ugly, and even in that…

After closing up the school, after all the students have gone home for evening, after all the doors have been locked and the lights switched off, I usually stand alone by my car smoking, and…

In the summer the glare is too strong for even his sunglasses, and the sight of her makes his brain itch, with her slick hair and her skinny jeans and the way there is always a box of grape…

Diane dreams nightly that there is a beautiful, tall, strong, man standing over her, holding a large clipboard while carefully assessing her, making little um-hm sounds and scratch marks with a…

The clouds arranged themselves bumper to bumper in a parking lot sky,

waiting, like a fleet, for something to change,

and it never did.

But the clouds did.

They…

One day in March, Abel advised Ximena she shouldn’t be so disgusted when the English teacher touched her shoulder or elbow or gently pulled her hair when he passed down her row during verbal…

He swears he didn’t say a word. Hardly moved his mouth. His eyes shift back and forth like one of those Kit-Cat clocks with…

They took us out to a stand, a line of thick trunk trees that poked an opening in the sky. Their canopy caused a shadow to…