Mrs. Barrett kept her husband’s body in the garage refrigerator, but she didn’t kill him. His heart combusted in his rib cage during Sunday breakfast, popping his eyes out like egg whites. Wiping sugar-free orange […]

She opted for options, always measuring portions, turning each meal on its Lazy Susan, reaching for soup before it cooled, then rotating back for tea before it became her temperature. Not proud of her middle […]

He’s a professional photographer and because of this, the girls trust him, sit for him, tilting their chins, tucking a stray strand of hair behind an ear. Afterward, dinner: crab cakes and lobster, linguine and […]

At seventeen, I get the boy who took my virginity tattooed on my right thigh. I’ve always wanted a tattoo, and I planned to get my siblings’ handprints, overlapping and merging into one inkblot, stamped […]