by Susan McKenna

The family portrait was a little beat up. The crinkled corners of the Polaroid had pulled away from the backing, and small creases cut across the fading figures. The mother sat front and center, the five children flanking her. No father: he, of course, was behind the camera.

by Burt Rashbaum

His parents and sisters were thrilled to have him home. When he couldn’t sleep, he’d walk the neighborhood for hours.

by Kristen Leigh Schwarz

Jane is alive in the Heart Bar Campground, the first night of a weekend camping trip. She is here in her tent with—on top of—Nelson, whom she’s known for three days more than one month.