Fiction
You Know Better but I Know You by Liz Matthews
I wanted to be dizzy, to have the feeling we had after rolling down your backyard hill and landing in a leaf pile.
I wanted to be dizzy, to have the feeling we had after rolling down your backyard hill and landing in a leaf pile.
Every time I thought about Analise, I pictured them putting on Chapstick, in slow-motion.
We wear Saran Wrap cloaks because real invisibility cloaks are too expensive.
You stood for a second—my slack-jawed baby brother, looking up at me just before a river raged between us.