Unlike the park’s main entrance, the door to the break room doesn’t roar. Instead, the rusty hinges sigh like me easing into my La-Z-Boy. I step inside and see manager Julie spreading a Stegosaurus-themed tablecloth across the table where I’ve eaten lunch for the...| Flash Frog
Nick’s millionth cartwheel looks like his first: He plants one hand on the grass and then, before I can catch his legs and help, he tumbles into a round-off. For a moment I’m taller than him, and I…| Flash Frog
At midnight, Yvette runs a paper route. She goes to the distribution site, fills her car with newspapers. They look like burritos wrapped in blue and orange plastic bags. Morning Herald is printed in sans-serif at the top of each. The papers lie in...| Flash Frog
