Fiction Friday: Or, the Failure of Fiction

Every Friday I try to post something fictional that I write. Something new, something old. Something different from my constant routine of writing nonfiction.

This week, though, I just wish that I could imagine a world where my friends and family could walk into their churches and synagogues and mosques and pray peacefully without rabid white supremacist murderers trying to kill them. Because right now I just can’t imagine that world. I wish I could, but today I can’t escape this world. No matter how much I wish that we could...