Finite Sunshine for a Forgetful Mind

Every morning started out the same in the Lumbee’s home. The familiar sound of bacon sizzling on the stove as the comforting aroma of freshly brewed hazelnut coffee lingered throughout the house. Mrs. L, always ahead of the early bird, would be finishing off breakfast by the time Mr. L and their daughter Katie arrived in the kitchen. “Good morning…

The Cleaning Bot

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* The earth-shattering noise of Thomas’ alarm clock beeped, loud enough for the entire house to hear. Thomas tiredly rolled over and hit the snooze for the third time that morning. Five more minutes and I’ll get up, he thought to himself as he slowly dozed back off into his dreams. “Thomas! Get your butt up now or…

Hunter: Amira

Amira awoke with a start. Smoke was billowing out of her shattered bedroom window. She scrambled out of her straw bed and made her way to the broken window frame. The sight before her was enough to make an adult cry. Her town was ablaze and the people in the street screamed as if invisible forces were upon them. Her…

Autumn Glow

Sunlight aglow casts along the field. Slow and growing much like myself. The dry stalk shadows splinter across the ground. A shiver shoots through my body. I flicker like a flame in the cold. A beacon of warmth in a bare wasteland. The house across the field is dark. No lights or smoke again this year. The other house is…

Shimá Sání

I awoke in sweat. When I opened my eyes, I felt like I was still dreaming. For a moment, I’d forgotten where I was. “get up, my child,” I heard my grandma say in Navajo. I closed my eyes again, trying to get in another minute of sleep before another hot summer day. “My child, you need to get up.”…

Ms. Rezdog and Her Dad Scott

“She’s just a dog, I gave her a good life, she’s an old dog, time for her to go,” he often said.

What’s Better Left Unsaid

And one day she was sure she’d come to love her baby too. It was a bit of cosmic mercy in the midst of hell.

Turtle Mountain Blessing

As the evening star appeared, the despair that she’d kept locked in a fist grip behind her moved in close, as if the tiny light had beckoned it forward.

Dead Squirrel Theatre

My friend Jon and I were in one of our moods of being destructive little men wreaking havoc on the small town of Ontonagon.

A Visit from Grandma

There was a strange but familiar smell, it was a mixture of musky perfume, sage, and beef soup. I knew for sure who it was in my kitchen, and it wasn’t a burglar, it was my Grandma.

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