When Devils Sing

by Xan Kaur

Misfortune had a way of befalling her like a tornado leveling a town, taking everything with it.

That was the thing about growing up—you never noticed your lasts. You never wondered if this time was the last time you’d smile at your mom, and she’d genuinely smile back.

Would she ever be more than a woman who worked from sunrise to sunset, for everyone other than herself?

In the end, cowardice and evil didn’t look all that different.

Nothing quite conveyed God bless America like sacrificial murder.