Fiction
Your Guide to Astonishing Success as an Altar Server by Brian K. Hauser
I don’t volunteer this information to many people, but I was once an altar server.
I don’t volunteer this information to many people, but I was once an altar server.
It started with a beautiful girl at Starbucks, at least I think it did.
“It’s not coming anywhere near us; we’re too far north,” Penelope’s kids call to tell her.
I learn fraught as fear and ought, like there’s something I ought to do, but it makes me afraid.
My mom kept spices in unused urine specimen cups she’d filched from her job at the hospital.