When the train lurches, I move like the world’s clumsiest pole dancer. Are third-trimester pole dancers a thing? No doubt someone’s into that.
(fiction)
Tag: Short Story
His job was merely to photograph: to catalogue the state of the problem. Save the radiology for radiologists.
(fiction)
She didn’t go to a hospital—with the traffic in Bogotá, she’s sure she would have ended up giving birth in a taxi!
(fiction)
I don’t know what he expected to see. My disfigurement is not external
(fiction)
The first in our FORTHCOMING series of excerpts from new books
“There isn’t any us, baby.”
(fiction)
