Jamie Gilson

THE WHOLE THIRD FLOOR Steam curled up from the brown-sugar mountains. I stirred my oatmeal, cut a slushy valley through the middle, and then whipped it around again fast. The whirlpool sucked at the galactic prisoners clinging to my spoon. They waved their tiny neon arms as they sank. "Harvey,"...

T BALL I slammed the front door, jumped the steps, and tossed my old red kickball across the yard to Nick Rossi, who lives next door. We had twenty-two minutes to get to school. "I've got the moustache," I told him, clutching its long spidery hairs in my coat pocket. "Did you bring the bow...

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