Flash Novella Excerpt by Meg Pokrass
On our stoop, luck clears its throat like a Mormon missionary and walks away.
On our stoop, luck clears its throat like a Mormon missionary and walks away.
Sol’s divorce isn’t final, but at this moment, he knows he wants this hot, hod-carrying girl.
'You will not make it to heaven on jokes alone,' the Bishop said.
She indulged in hot baths, scoured Goodwill for school clothes, and patched the roof.
Maybe feeling for a minute that I was a prize—so obviously devoted and still sort of pretty, even.
His father, Ronald “Beau” Rutledge, III, pronounced coin like co-win although he didn’t care a fig for teamwork.
It’s the kind of beauty she knows will disappear if she blinks.