These days they want to text, mostly. It is more discreet. They text me from their
couches, their kids’ soccer games, their beds next to their sleeping wives. I will fuck you so hard.
Category: Fiction
I would tell Renee all of it, the details held in my stomach, fluttering up my throat as my mother and I got in the car and started the familiar drive to Skateland Roller Rink.
Sitting behind the crescent page desk facing the reading room, Clara slipped her hand between…
We don’t get along because we’re always fighting for a spot near the air pump.
The first time Isabel saw Camila’s ghost, she was standing at her beside next to the IV drip. Her face was still eighteen and fresh.
“The Frog and the Bird” and “The Woman, the Letter, the Mirror, and the Door”
I had cut my hand off on the bandsaw. It was sitting there on the…
