Short Stories
Author's Note on Quality: I wrote this in 2009 while I was in college. I was 21. I had just come home from a party and scribbled this story down in a notebook in one sitting. Against the cheap light bulbs, the kitchen looked green. The sort of
Short Stories
Cold air blows from the vents at precisely seventy-one degrees Fahrenheit. Outside, rain slides down the window panes, racing to the gutter, like so many do. Lightning flashes a streak across the slate-gray sky. Thunder rumbles above, and they rumble below, toiling beneath the soles of those who stepped on