Instead of heading to the beach, I told my husband we had to stop and search for my good luck charm, a black rubber cat named Bendy Five Percent. I had mistakenly left the replica of my first pet when I emptied my car for trade.
Nonfiction
Mothers’ Teeth
For reasons I still don’t know, Mrs. Lawson took a liking to me when I was around thirteen.
Quartz
You know how markets are full of straying hands, and how straying hands like pockets.