I have new fiction today up at Tower Journal.
There were four ways to kill someone with peanut butter. Beth had listed them herself. So it was practically her own fault, Anna reasoned, that the last way was so easy.
Gym was the best time, when she had easy access to Beth’s lunchbox. In the midst of the dodgeball melee, Anna frowned, rubbed her stomach, and muttered to the male gym teacher about a certain time of month, earning a blush and unlimited bathroom rights. On her way to the lockers, she paused to watch Beth run from a boy who slung ruthless dodgeballs at the weak. Beth escaped him, but she wouldn’t escape this.
Read the rest of the story over at Tower Journal’s Spring/Summer 2015 issue.