Parker Young

          I’m on the phone with my therapist when I hear a commotion in the kitchen and, looking up, discover my roommate, possessed by a demon. He has returned early from work. I’m at the opposite end …

          I had an idea for a building. It was simple. It had to be; I didn’t have much space in my apartment. I kept my idea for a building in the top of my apartment’s …

My dad kept a two-gallon pesticide sprayer in the basement. FLO-RITE, it said in raised letters across the handle. In the summer, he used to walk through the backyard, gently tapping the earth in intervals with the long, slender nozzle, …