Zero Sum Game

A is for admiration, which is what you want from him more than anything. To inspire wonder is your goal, but you get the sense you’re failing miserably.

Fiction

Milk Teeth

Before we start the walk home, he slaps a white envelope into my wife’s hands, legal sized, too big for the single incisor it holds. Dried flecks of blood from where it came out at the root, faint as a paint chip.

Fiction