Ames Progressive

As I drove by in my mother’s 1970 mustard yellow Gremlin, I saw the six boys that I could always hear from my bedroom window. As the sun shown down bright like summer promised, the boys would toil in the driveway next to mine fixing up their cars. They were all bronze, not from any […]

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The whole town attended the funeral for the man who nobody knew. They filed into the funeral home and didn’t say a word to each other.
A maid found the man who nobody knew at the Motel 6, floating in the pool with a dragonfly sitting on his head. She called the police.
The officer who fished […]

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East of town there are fields. And a tree, a lonely barn, two houses in the distance, and the sun changing from a dull glow to a bright pinwheel in the November sky. It’s eight AM on Friday morning and we haven’t yet slept.
“I hate seeing the sunrise before I go to bed,” […]

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