Jim Sullivan sat on the front porch of his cabin, watching the sun set over the rough, craggy spine of Old Rag Mountain one last time. It was a typical August evening in the foothills of the Blue Ridge,

I’ve grown to like living at the bottom of a dumpster in an alley outside of Sizzlers. It’s not as unpleasant as one might think—there’s never a shortage of food, and people can’t call you trash if they are

The teacher with one leg always says, May I. Use the Rest. Room. Please, whenever Jamie asks if he can go to the bathroom at preschool. He does not want to rest, and in fact Jamie never takes a

Our group is called Addicts Anonymous and none of us know to what it is that any of the others are addicted. We meet once a week in the basement of a library that people stopped going to on account

It was kind of like Andrew had a gun so Luke wanted a gun. While Andrew was at work, Luke brought out his 9mm that he hid under the bathroom sink and shot it through the next room. Andrew

“So,” Andy says, lowering his pint of Heineken. “Where ya from then?” The Brazen Head is loud. It’s not American-college-bar-loud, where drunken sorority chicks whoo after having a shot of tequila, but loud with the murmur of conversation. Glasses clang

Cash at the end of the day. That’s all I was after. I knew I wouldn’t be able to trade on my looks forever, but if my bikini helped me to land a job, so be it. Who was

Peter Hewett didn’t remember it ever being this cold and miserable on Halloween night in Mackinaw City. Sure, he lived in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, a place notorious for cold weather and heavy snowfall once the winter season arrived. But