Four Found Dead

by Natalie D. Richards

She’s pretty though—in that delicate-featured, forgettable way that rich white girls are often pretty.

you only get to play the hand you’re dealt, and these are my cards today.

The whole world is a set of dominoes—everything we say and do touches another domino, and they all tumble this way or that. Your choices might ripple out to someone who cures cancer. Maybe my recent choices opened a window of opportunity for a killer.

I’m awed by every piece of this moment, by the sheer simple wonder of being alive.