Fiction

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’...

Curfew

It was the time the dustcarts stopped coming and the city was on its knees. We both arrived with posies. Kenzi held rosemary, a hardy aromatic, while I had w...

But why ALEX?

I order my usual. A tall latte with milk. Real boring, but I never really got into all these options. I give the guy with the vacant eyes my order. He asks for ...

GTFO #1

If you want to get depressed, I recommend the Big City bus depot. There is nowhere better to witness first-hand the ill-effects of broken dreams. Exhibit ...

Please Hold

Venus loomed overhead, a seething red eye, on the night my father placed the call. Ceremoniously, he dialed the eleven toll-free digits, snickering to himself. ...



Neighbor

Neighbor came over in the morning while the sky was still pink and asked Lily Mae about borrowing some salt. Neighbors got just a few teeth left and the ones he...

Floating

“What? He says this as his finger slides down your calf, drops of water from the bath dotting your leg, he eases past the straggly gray hairs, the coffee-color...

La Joie de Vivre

Steve had a dream that night about a man with incorrect anatomy —  or it might have been that the man was drawn with incorrect perspective in his mind’s eye. It...

Liz’s Story

After your funeral, Liz gave the house to Jerry and moved to the suburbs and we figured that was the last we’d hear of her, at least, until Jerry ran himself in...

INVENTORY

The animal next door was whining and sounded as though it had no intention to stop. I wanted to write the neighbors a strongly-worded note, but confrontation ma...

Social

Fifteen years ago this week, Carter Siap and his roommate, the man now known worldwide simply as “Rob,” began programming what would become Social. Fueled by Mo...