Excerpt: I’m Not Having Fun Anymore

I’m not having fun anymore. The faintly chemical scents of Icee pops and sunscreen clog the air; that toxically tropical harbinger of a good, old-fashioned pool party. I can hear the sun, practically fluorescent, buzzing like a cicada; that creaky, aching, rocking-chair-sound of summer. Playful screams slip into something Stepford sinister, and I’m not having … Continue reading Excerpt: I’m Not Having Fun Anymore