I hear the anger behind their words more than the words themselves. It's a smug, desperate, vindictive anger that rips through their speech.
Men in black coats gather at a bus shelter by an abandoned lot. Rain dribbles off their hats.
Rounds of Monopoly Deal, with groans, squeals, and eyes narrowed over fanned cards.
Tables pushed together in a U-formation soon bear a load of beer, soda, and nachos with melted cheese. Between the chairs, a cockroach creeps, tasting possibilities.
When he finds out I'm Jewish, he asks why people hate Jews. The Jews are in danger, he says. He's a third grader who has never, to his knowledge, met a Jew before.
Returning from a weekend away to an ocean of laundry.
As an adult, she finds coloring books relaxing. Some of the pages she's working on show mythic creatures. Using colored pencils, she makes a phoenix shimmer with fire.