by Kyle Seibel David Higgs In the photo in question, the girl is young, no more than nine, dressed as a bride. Her father, mid-stride, beside her in a tux. His goatee cropped close. His gray skin hangs. A tight-lipped smile below zombie blue eyes. His name is Dan. Dan from work. Dan from the office softball league. Different from the Dan with the desk near the lobby. Different from the Dan in charge of new business. Not Tall Dan or Airsoft Dan or Mormon Dan or Hockey Dan. Thi

by Kyle Seibel Shayan Rti I am writing this in the car right after it happened because I know how you don’t like embellishments, I know that’s one of our things, so I’m writing it down because I want to make sure it all comes out like it happened and none of the details get lost, which is another one of our things, and I hope that you see this as growth, as me growing. I am writing this in the parking lot of the grocery store, the one you like, the one with Jason’s fancy turk