Fiction

Until Next Year

The laminated menu said that it had been open since 1986. The 18th of December to be exact. It seems a strange date to open up an Italian restaurant in a North ...

Honeycomb

Emma’s beehives were at the very back of her property. She’d bought this house specifically because it landed strategically outside of relevant county lines and...

Watershed

We were standing in our living room, daylight fading through the blinds, when Em started telling me that our relationship was over—completely over. That the spa...

Borrowed Style

Cassie shook her head back and forth real slow, her chin drawn up and pressing her lips into a line, like I’d told her my dog died instead of just pulling down ...

Home Video

When it was time to kill Peter again I was sitting on the porch eating tapioca pudding. “Here,” Minnow said, and threw me a shotgun. She was holding a tripod...

Pillow Talk

I was leaving, and you knew it. You saw my bag, too heavy for the occasion, slumped on the chair next to me. You talked to them, to her, to everyone but me, eac...

Sweetheart

He thought he ought to give her a key to his place. Yes, it had been three months, but he could feel it. The way a snake knows when it has to molt, or when a ca...

Trees

I wiped my face with a paper towel to remove the streaks and spots of foundation, mascara, and lipstick. I was ten years old, helping my brother, Victor, plant ...

Janine

My friend’s mother is coming to pick me up for a sleepover so I need to quickly disguise who I really am. I spritz myself with grapefruit-lime body spray to mas...

Obscure Disco

Come dance. For the love of Caitlyn. She is paying this wedding DJ money, too much money for disco songs nobody recognizes. Not to trash disco. Years ago I wron...

The List

So much Pierre had yet to do despite twenty-eight years on this planet. The to-dos came to him in threes (usually after his morning bowel movement). He didn’...