Category Archives: Fiction

Silence

You cannot believe it is time for her to leave. Fifteen years. Really? You were only ten when she started working for your family, probably her first expat family. She had worked for local families before yours, you know. She … Continue reading

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Seven things I may tell you someday

I. Of this I am certain I wake to the clatter and hiss of commuter cars and waste removal trucks. Amid the post-dawn cacophony, I am a blip on the radar of no one. There was a time I believed … Continue reading

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The Stars in Eden

I. I spent years lying awake at night, consumed by an obscure conception of eternity, both of time and space. I would lie prostrate and uncovered, an electric dread coursing through my flesh, dowsing me in sheets of sweat from … Continue reading

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Hey, Let’s Have A Drink

Sticky notes. 500 neon squares. Enough to leave a detailed message on his new cobalt blue Mustang. She said it in bold felt tip. It took the better part of a day to write. She waited for darkness to settle in before … Continue reading

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Sidekick

She knows you—the sound of your quick step, your considered breath, your cottony voice, unfolding like a Best of All quilt that comforts her; comforts you, too. Your tongues grow thick with imposition— greasy burgers wrapped in leafy lettuce and house chardonnay. It’s … Continue reading

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Report If There Is Something Wrong

From the sidelines, it appears to be a game called happiness. There’s an assemblage of 24+ sun-struck selfies, showing spicy tacos and industrial-strength margaritas. Someone asks about the weather, the water, the sticky sand stuck in between toes. The husband sleeps off the … Continue reading

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Time

They were old enough to know that what they were doing was fanciful and childish, but young enough to be enthralled by the appointed wonder of it. Gareth and Clara were born a year apart, and frequently claimed, to playground … Continue reading

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