Family is messy and uncontrollable. Just ask anyone with a child in diapers who’s picked cereal out of her hair. But a smashed wildflower from a chubby fist means more than all the clean houses in the world. Our stories this month are about messy, complicated relationships that bring more than anticipated. In “The Coyote […]
Daytime, must be. Birds singing outside. Too warm here, under the covers in my clothes and shoes. All the air’s gone but I won’t move because my Mum and Dad are watching from the ceiling. Floating there, blubbing. Picture perfect they are too, younger than me. Eyes wide and wet as babes’. I can’t bear […]
I make sure I’m the last to board. I want as many people as possible seated. My own seat is in the last row — this is the rule — and I move down the center aisle slowly. I always have a reason to board last and to walk with deliberation, and for this flight […]
