Maysa’s in a soft cotton dress and holds flowers between her teeth as I take picture after picture. “Your turn,” she giggles with an extending smile.

There’s a layered exhibition watching the bullet-ridden Alpha walk up to his mate, look her deep in the eyes, grab his hat from her waiting fingertips.

Tragically in Rya’s world, there’s hardly any smiles. Her shoulders are curled over her food today, she eats quietly at the picnic table outside the cli...

The attention of the room turns in Tommie’s direction. “Who is he?” The woman with the hard to stand perfume and perfect skin asks while drinking...

For a while, after we finish dinner, I’m not able to bring myself to talk. I shake my head, nod it at times, drink another beer but...

The card isn’t right. . . none of them are.

The edge of my fingernail is picked at while the group of girls on the Prom committee hands out roses. It’s a way to raise money for their prom.

There’s this throb that’s started, a feel-good muscle memory that I try not to focus on for fear everyone might know what I’m thinking.

Cassius is singing that song that’s been playing on the radio for a few weeks now, Crane is acting as the DJ spinning every favorite tune.

“That’s it, I’m done. You’re a cheater.” Hazel lets the cards drop from her hand — she’s fired up.