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Category Archives: Fiction
Wearing Smiles
Mother decides to wear a smile for Halloween. She wants to go trick-or-treating because adults need some damn candy. I’m seventeen. I can’t argue. I think Mother wants some small indulgence she doesn’t have to explain. After Dad, I can’t … Continue reading
The Third Quarter of a Goat
I don’t think any of us ever want to find out what sum of money we’d sell our souls for, but let me tell you, you’ll know it when you see it. Today, I discovered £50 million is my price. … Continue reading
Newspaper Planes
Do you believe in God? he asks. I swat away a horsefly but it keeps trying to fly through my ear canal. A pause, a realizing that the question is too big for the park. Looking for an answer in … Continue reading
The Subtext of Skin
The Subtext of Skin I stood in Fred Bone’s workroom. On the walls, all around, were photos of exposed body parts. One showed a tuft of pubic hair, dyed green, above which was tattooed Keep off the Grass. He saw … Continue reading
The Wooing Group
‘I think I should get straight to the point,’ she said. ‘I would like you to enclose me in a room in the Church, so I can worship Christ in the right way for me. If you refuse, I must … Continue reading
Room 517
My greatest fear when I was younger was Pringles cans. Chips packed right against each other, body on body, without room to breathe or escape in the horrible paper cylinder. When you pack chips together like that, Chip One and … Continue reading
claymation in six scenes
Margaret finds out she’s made of clay when she presses into the crook of her elbow and pulls the flesh right off. She doesn’t tell anyone – not her older brother who is no longer a boy but a … Continue reading
The Infinities Between One and Two
First he changed the sky. Blue blue. SAVE. And then her face. Harley upped the res and stared into the screen, fingers paused above the keys. Christy21. The image blurred with tears he knew came from a thing called ‘grief’ … Continue reading
Call of the Void
He chews the nail on his right thumb. He looks at the floor. His stare is deep and vacant. I look at the notebook resting on my knee. The open page remains blank. I glance at the clock. It’s 10:38. … Continue reading
Summer’s Almost Gone
The downstairs is scary in the dark and empty. A boy whispers this in my ear, leaning in, it’s summer, he’s drunk, and I’ve been coked up for about a month, haven’t slept in a week, my feet hurt, my … Continue reading
Completion
The year I’m fourteen and my sister Nancy’s seventeen, Mom splits, and we rewrite The Sound of Music. The Sound of Music lied to us and we need vengeance. When we first saw The Sound of Music a few years … Continue reading
The Seal Necklace
I extend my hand to the head of the Landowners Association and force myself not to flinch when he crushes my fingers. We have finally reached an agreement to create green corridors connecting the capercaillie’s fragmented habitat, all part of … Continue reading
Gentlefolk
The rules circle through her mind like a record left spinning. And yet, here she is – neither possessed nor deranged nor suicidal – staring down at the moss-covered tracks she’s learned all her life to avoid. Misty air oozes … Continue reading
First Language
This city is a tumour, she thought at the traffic lights. Living matter multiplying itself one unit after another, one inside another, one on top of the other. Cells spreading an unnamed disease. She bought a loaf of bread and … Continue reading
Coolbox
Diogo said that everyone should wear white T-shirts and blue jeans so everyone wore white T-shirts and blue jeans. Diogo said that nobody could wear flipflops or sneakers so most people went barefoot, except for Catarina who owned steel-toe caps. … Continue reading
A Fair Amount of Ghosts
He plays the trumpet brilliantly on the corner of Grand and Victoria. He doesn’t look like he’s from this era. He’s impeccably dressed, from his crisply fitting suit to his smooth fedora hat. There aren’t many folks that can pull … Continue reading
It’s Only a Snake Needs to Change His Skin
Dorsey tries to conceal his smile as he watches the tractor-trailer churning up his grandparents’ gravel driveway. This summer, he’s finally twelve; this summer, his daddy is going to let him go with him on his runs. This summer, he … Continue reading
We Have Seen the Future
When I was six, there was a pop pop pop coming from a parked car outside a school, and six weeks later I was awake again. The left side of my head still had an ear and an eye. They … Continue reading
Mr. A’s Bittersweet Release
A mass, blue and gray, rushed to the center of the quad. It was a yard designed to keep them safe. Cartoon-painted walls, a corroded fence, and a yellow brick building towered above them all, watching, alongside those boys, the … Continue reading
Cold as Ice
I was talking with my mama about her sciatica when Craig interrupted. “Excuse me, Julia, but I was listening to the TV news and they say there’s a real bad storm coming through.” My husband spoke with the quiet urgency … Continue reading
The Nine Lives Of Mr. Snuggles
The woman behind the front desk snapped her gum at Linda’s entrance, but didn’t look up from the phone in her hand. Linda didn’t bother to say hello, a habit long since abandoned. The woman behind the desk, for her … Continue reading
Tics
The boy walks towards me, splay-footed, ungainly, twists to kick the wall, and carries on. Ten steps later he does it again – nothing forceful, just a tap with the toe of his scuffed shoe. I make room for him … Continue reading
Another Neighborhood
Six men stare at the side of a building. Each man more out of place than the last. They point at the wall. They smile. They use words like flip, market value, neighborhood, potential, growth. They occasionally mutter words like … Continue reading
