by Cody Cline I saw Jimmy coming from two blocks out, spotting the loose, rolling sway of his shoulders before I could make out his face. It was the strut of a man holding weight. When Jimmy had nothing—when he was heavy—he walked like his joints were rusted: creaking steps…
by Christian Linville Circling above O’Hare in the afternoon sky, the aircraft trembled as it passed through the shifting waves of air. Kara smoothed the wrinkles of her blue skirt, crossing her legs in the dim cabin as the aircraft descended. While she felt the nakedness of her ring finger,…