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The Child Bride and Her Artificial Flowers
Carabella Sands
His family was there. My family was there. My bouquet was made of flies.
2 Fictions
Uzodinma Okehi
Nothing Works: 1
-New York City 2005
I should be through thinking about it. Ok, but I remember just going batshit, breaking up with Vanessa on the payphone. Hanging up, couple minutes,
2 Fictions
Ryan Bender-Murphy
After the Bombing
Santa did not know how to react to the sight; he only stared. At the granite block, there were three rows filled with ten men, each of whom was Santa. The only thing that
How to Get Fired from a Coffee Shop
Kenta Maniwa
Focus too much time on watching Amanda make cappuccinos.
3 Fictions
Siel Ju
In times of great dissatisfaction, you will occasionally find yourself dating two men.
Quality Time
Ed Meek
I was afraid the security guards would stop us, but they just shrugged when I took the plane out and put it on the field. One of them even said something nice like, “Whoa, that is a cool.” I taxied it from the end zone; it took off and buzzed up into the sky.
Interrogations
Gretchen Schrafft
We’d do it with whatever was laying around: a jump rope, an extension cord, stray fistfuls of fishing line. Down in the basement, while the babysitter watched Spanish-language television in the living room, we pulled these things taut, secured wrists, ankles, and torsos to my father’s old recliner. Toby was a boy scout, so his knots were better than mine, but I was by far the more skillful interrogator.
Night Swim
Dan Reiter
Memories are like Asian pears. Store them cold and they will keep.
She climbed shivering out of the river. The Taigan smeared its nose on her shin. Soily fish. Down on the rug, massaging its
Strawberries
Mary Helen Specht
Angélica, who is always setting me up with the entirely wrong type of man, invited the raw foodist to lunch. In the crowded restaurant, he sat rigidly upright, munching on sesame seeds, waiting Zen-like for us to decide on a dish.
My Father Bottles Howls
Drew Knapp
On the nights my father brings home a new howl my mother prepares a feast and adorns a whalebone corset like a rib carved from the moon. On these nights I love my family because we are together and in this way I have come to worship the wolf.
The Disrupted Tour by the Veterans Tower
Matthew Pitt
Faced with the swirling chaos of three days ago, I must hold fast to certain truths.
Bear Country
Christian TeBordo
I realized that my son’s vocabulary, though impressive, would not help much with anything he was likely to encounter in everyday life, now or in the future.
Paradise Lost
Samuel Ligon
Is there anything more adorable than a drunk toddler? I don’t mean a slurring, stumbling, falling down, cursing toddler, though we often enough found ourselves in that state, but an evenly buzzed toddler, whose mother can offset whiskey intake with soothing butter, maintaining her toddler’s perfect, moderate drunkenness.
As Easter Approaches
Louise De Vilmorin; translated by Madeleine Maillet
Another family story. I can’t get away from it. As Easter approaches, I find myself thinking about one of my aunts who, when it came to transportation, had only known the transportations of
Distrito Federal
Nora Lange
If Conlon wasn’t busy composing music for the player piano, he spent his time mulling over cryptic scenarios that provoked his interest; for instance, how a boat made out of paper illustrated to resemble wood looks like a boat made out of wood.
The Performers
Agri Ismaïl
She glances into a pocket mirror. She is WIFE now. She doesn’t need to go through her lines, she’s been doing this for years.
After We Lose Her
Reem Abu-Baker
Michele Lee woos my husband through the screen and also through the decades.
The Hit King
Michael Nye
Junior is not getting out of his car.
It’s January in Ohio, and he has just driven all night from Florida. This car—a 1991 Nissan 300ZX—is a beautiful ride, a rich deep cherry color, the colors
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