In Violet
The kitchen lightbulb shatters above our heads. The filament burns red and fizzles to nothing. It is an explosion from…
Carrion Clay
Sometimes the name they give you is all wrong. It’s really just meant to be a simple, two-word phrase to…
Buffering
That morning, Ted began buffering. One minute, he was Ted, coffee cup in hand, talking animatedly about this thing he’d…
Nesting
Walls Her nest is too tall by the time Molly realizes she can’t climb in. “I left my tools inside.…
Millennial Pink Bread
As if covered in invisible glaze, her bread bakes pink. She buys new flour, new yeast, sends it into the…
Two Identical Strangers
These days, when I pull up the old photographs, most people still attribute the resemblance between Lydia Lissing and me…
Me and Eddie on the Boulevard
waiting to cross. My heart tick, ticking like a stupid clock. Eddie and his dark hair forest, his blue eye…
The Tornado
It was a bright, gray day with no breeze, and she had just finished digging a grave. She’d woken that…
Salve
Bette was stirring her coffee when she saw the postcard, tucked between a large print arthritis monthly and debt consolidation…
Ants
Maggie has clouds for eyes. Also, she barely talks. Other kids have asked her how those clouds got stuck there,…
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