I never should have taken the job.

The bitch, I thought. I never should have taken the job. Next time, go with your gut, Alicia, I said to myself.

WHITE OAKS BY JULIE ZUCKERMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 12

The Burkette’s yard was a mangled mess of spruce trees, half-dead Broadmoor junipers, and white oaks that hadn’t had a haircut in a decade. A “pssshhh” sound escaped my lips, and I ha…