Fiction

Room 105 at the Ramada on Sundays

Mary decided then and there that Harold would do. She missed skin on skin. She missed letting go.

Dec 02, 2022
Give A Little

A sticky silence befalls the house for many weeks.

Nov 18, 2022
The Americanization of Kambili

I hissed the words at her. “This, your America, it will kill you.”

Nov 04, 2022
Model Home

Here’s the truth. We live in a model home in a prestigious village in a master-planned city. Beyond those borders, things aren’t so rosy.

Oct 28, 2022
The Vaughns in the Loft Down the Hall

I never did learn how the Vaughns got their money, but maybe that was part of the appeal—the mystery of it all.

Oct 21, 2022
The Disappearance of Guy

Guy was released shortly after he was detained. His parents did their best to keep everything quiet. But already the rumors had begun.

Oct 14, 2022
Dorothy Dancer Has Had Enough

She imagined impaling her husband on the molasses-stained tusk of that elephant. “It should’ve been you,” she said.

Oct 07, 2022
Clarice

Nothing in my life had assured my blood relationships.

A Lesson

Neither of you knew that your night together would smash everything.

Sep 23, 2022
The Benefactor

The bills were too thick to conceal in my pocket, so I reached inside my briefs and hid them there.

Sep 16, 2022
Egg Mother

“I’m staging an intervention,” my husband says. “I miss my wife. I can’t be married to scrambled eggs anymore. You have to see a therapist.”

Sep 09, 2022
Sunkiller

We wanted to embellish her legend, but now we were only the witnesses of her want.

Sep 02, 2022
The Present

If she just had her family back, Nia thought. Together they could chart a way out of the breaking.

Aug 26, 2022
Tracks

My mama is in this box. And my mama is sitting next to me.

Aug 19, 2022
Pages from Before

Three days, our people had agreed: a real, old-school, ‘Rolling Stone’–style profile.

Aug 12, 2022
Pinned

“I didn’t even realize the sun had already set,” I said, turning on a light for Herrick. He awoke with a jerk. “Time to eat.”

Aug 05, 2022
Playing Games

Anyone can play, she said. Just don’t cheat.

Jul 29, 2022
An Old Hope

In previous pages of my journal, what I had remembered of the poem she’d shared with me, I jotted down.

Alarm

Our Prevenir wristwatch alarms went off, the sound like a flock of robotic seagulls. One pill, every fifteen minutes, for twelve hours of each day.

Jul 15, 2022
People Like Them

It would never be said that Gloribel wasn’t the first, or the last, to swallow what wasn’t real.

Jul 01, 2022