Lawson M. Ray


Nothing to Hide

“Are you sure?” Melanie’s lip flakes between her grinding teeth. “Yes,” I say, smiling and squeezing both of her hands. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m going to marry you no matter what I see in there, okay? There’s nothing to hide.” She averts her eyes, watches the floor as if its showing her a lifetime of…

The Hoah

All lawns on Mentone Avenue are mowed on Wednesdays. Monday at promptly 2pm is garbage day, trash is to be outside no earlier nor later. All doors are repainted on Tuesdays, Wednesday is for the lawns, Thursday is for outdoor recreation and the community meeting. Friday, we change the lightbulbs and trim the hedges, Saturday…

Ralph

The abrupt pattering and popping of gunfire rings in my ears in a peculiarly calming manner. My eyes lock on the battlefield before me and my technicolor rifle swings every which way searching for targets. I lean forward, my spine rolling against each crackling polystyrene bean in the chair. I swing the joystick right and…