Small. Brightly colored. Deadly to the touch.
By the time I reach my brother’s apartment, the sun is already low, slanting across the row of houses. I park behind his truck. He opens the door before I knock, like he’s been listening for my footsteps. “You made good time,” he says,… Continue Reading “Warm Enough by Yoram Ong”
Today, Carol is glum. I bring her a hot coffee from the machine, two creams one sugar. “What’s wrong, queen?” I ask. We have this kind of relationship, ascribing to each other royal titles we haven’t earned. “Birds are cowards,” she says. Her face… Continue Reading “The Surrogate by Sara Kaplan-Cunningham”
The piles of paper have become mountains in Betty’s house. Some of the papers are stacked into bags that look like boulders, and often they erode and turn into spilled valleys. But they are always with her, these shifting geologies of envelopes and notes… Continue Reading “The House of Paper Mountains by Amalia Mora”
When the NIPT results came back saying boy, I sang to the heavens and burned money made from joss paper. The flames singed my ring finger, leaving a blister that bubbled for days before finally popping like a water balloon, unleashing with it the… Continue Reading “Boy by Lucy Zhang”
In the evenings, sunset soaks the garden at the back of their new house, shadows pressing their palms against the walls. Eileen likes to stand in the grass barefoot and feel the energy of the day drift through her into the ground, mooring her… Continue Reading “Love and the Side Table by Judy Darley”
Of course we knew they would send Patrick Bisby. We’d gotten our hands on Maytag’s schedule and saw Patrick was their Saturday-man. “Noon to six,” the reps had said when we called about the dryer. “Would tomorrow be convenient?” “Yes,”we had answered, giggling into… Continue Reading “Maytag Man by Elise LeSage”
Because I haven’t been working, my wife has taken a stupid job. Because she needs our car in order to sell door-to-door, I am boarding a bus for the city. “Everything,” I tell her, “goes faster when you’re unemployed.” “You’ve said that before,” Lorrie… Continue Reading “Interview by Gary Fincke”
Toilet Bowl Funeral The first time Goldie died, my father flushed him without ceremony. “Quick and painless,” he muttered. I leaned over the bowl, watching the orange body spiral down. My mother ruffled my hair and said, “That’s life,” before boiling spaghetti. But the… Continue Reading “Five Eulogies for Goldie by Bethany Bruno”
Styrofoam cups tower from her blue nylon bag. A cabbage and a red-capped milk swing in the plastic one hanging from her other. There will be a party. Today, Paulo arrives on the bus—her youngest son. He tries to come every Saturday, but he… Continue Reading “Another Border Crossing by Amanda Aileen Fisher”
Jason Momoa showed up the night the pool overflowed. There had been rain for six days; the kind that creeps sideways into your house through window seams, under your skin, into your thoughts. Jason wore a wet denim jacket and no shoes. He walked… Continue Reading “The Deep End by Mathieu Parsy”