Stories by
Derek Dexheimer

I met a girl today, on the bus, waiting for another bus, but on this one. We talked, but she ran out of English, and we were quiet then.

Derek Dexheimer faces challenges.

She curled tighter on the floor holding the school picture, the only one she had.

Derek Dexheimer is making progress.

The man shook the last drop from the very last can of gas. “Well, that’s it,” he said. A dense and luxurious silence curled around them all.

Derek Dexheimer lives in Seattle. He is working on a novel.

Stacking cans was a dream. To be back in the store, adrift in soft light and music, no longer cold, unkempt, with an unread cardboard sign.

Derek Dexheimer lives in Seattle. He is working on a novel.