Hidden Figures &

It's not normal to meet up at the ER. That's what struck her as she drove home, feeling the curved force in her body as she swerved up the Pittsburgh hills. This isn't normal. And it isn't good. She paused on the wrong street. A turn was missed. She'd gone too far. Edging forward until … Continue reading Hidden Figures &

Shooting Skin

Six to twenty gunshots later, it’s over. Except for the police, and the nervous whimper of my dog, and the eyes that peek through windows. And a few other things. Yearly, around Christmas or New Years, we have a shooting. The first time it was a drive-by. Six rounds into the brick house beside us, … Continue reading Shooting Skin