Category: Fiction

STAY FOR GRANDMA

In a dark kitchen, bread crumbs, ghosts, and gooseberries.

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How Many Beasts

“When we pull up to Auntie’s in our blood-colored minivan, Olly is definitely gone.”

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The Poster

Sometimes the world has a way of telling you when you have a calling.

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Lower East Side

“In line with his nature, he broke up with me too politely.”

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Proud, Lifeless, And Very Much Clean

“He is desperate for his dinner, too hungry to say hello, … he laments his work, his employer, his cold-footed commute, … he grinds his teeth at our rationed mutton and yet—the frugal bastard—gives me nothing, nothing, not a penny to spare.”

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In the Glow of this Candle

“It does not matter that Claire in real life, though a remarkably talented singer, is not a songwriter. This Claire is not that Claire, even though they are inextricably linked by more than their names and the name of their current partners.”

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Bonsai

The first stone was one I knew. Flaking and grey and dusty. A driveway stone – from my driveway. Who breaks a person’s dining room window with a stone from that same person’s driveway?

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The Day

“Dad, there’s something in the pool.”

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Womb

“The voice shifts subtly, almost as if it’s mimicking my own.”

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Family Bones

A fiction piece reflecting on how to cope with impending loss.

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The Glass Cracked

When the glass on a train cracks, strange and impossible things reveal themselves to the protagonist in this speculative fiction piece.

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To Talk To Jellyfish

When she was seven, Kaya said, “If I ever grow up and have my own bank account, the first thing I’m gonna buy is a Christmas tree and then Christmas tree ornaments.”

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