“Sometimes I reach out into the sky wishing that maybe just this once the laws of reality suspend and I finally touch a star,” the woman with thick glasses lazily sighed to herself in the back alley. Her arms displayed stories sketched with scar tissue; her features blurred her age to be somewhere between twenty-five ...

Lula Mae Darling melts behind the cash register of a gas station off Interstate 95. Through the translucent cigarette ads, a faded, peeling South of the Border billboard glows into the night; its hypnotic imagery pressures children into every parent’s nightmare: a roadside amusement pit stop money guzzler. She’s never been. She doesn’t even know ...