I have a new story “Time to Run” at The Vignette Review:
My little brother and I are throwing chunks of asphalt at a beehive hanging from a lopsided red pine near the Coulters’. It’s hot out, one those long summer days that bleeds into nighttime, both of us wearing the no-brand tee-shirts our father sewed us, created with his own hands—the shirts we won’t wear to school, can’t wear to school, but that are perfectly acceptable summer wear.
I love vignettes (see: Sea of Trees), so discovering this journal was a really nice surprise. Great aesthetic, and I’m thrilled to be a part of the first issue.