"Hearing the voices of children camped out on the front lawn, he circles the house, crouching behind the old Ford parked on the gravel drive so as not to be seen. He is drawn to the one lit window at the back, a lampshade casting the room in a drowsy shade of pink. He sees her on the carpet next to an unmade bed, lying flat with headphones in her perfectly cupped ears. She is silently singing, mouthing the words of a song as she stares at the ceiling, hair fanned around her face as if she is underwater. He has never come to her house before, and will never come again."
"Indiana" was published in Puerto del Sol. It's about fireworks and lackluster kisses. The full story is available in Vol. 51.1.