Read a collection of Coming-of-Age short stories and flash fiction pieces from the Fall Short Stories project.
The canopy over Portage Avenue turned sick, bright yellow. Mona knew the noisy, bright summer was finally dead.
The zipper caught on the thermal lining. That was it. My entire existence, boxed into sixty liters.
Leo kicked the dead leaves, furious at the dead town, until the sky turned black and broke open.