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Could Die for Just a Wee Lie-Down
Beatriz had been insisting since waking that we go to the house at the top of our road, on the…
The Eulogy Competition
My father tells all three of us to write a eulogy and he’ll decide who gets to deliver theirs at…
Departures
A plane ploughs through the clouds as she scrubs and cleans the plugholes in the washbasins and the kitchen sink…
To The Tower
There are six of them. No, seven. They cycle out of the tower and into the night, following their headmistress.…
The Pebble and the Witch
Transformation magic is easy. Gold into straw, carriages into pumpkins: the witch had done it a thousand times before. The…
The Desert Sound
When I meet her, I say all the wrong things first. Wind the beautiful. Hair is yours. Meet me nice.…
Our Lady of Clean Kitchens
On the morning of her last day alive, Tía Reina awoke with a halo of bright pink aligning her forehead.…
Yellow Straw, Red Straw
At some point, we’ll forget the rabbit’s name, how it came to die, the rush we were in to bury…
Fractured Lit Work/Play Challenge Winner and Shortlisted Writers
The winner is The Breakfast Shift at the Usual New York Diner by Debra A. Daniel! Thank you, and congratulations…
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