The high-tier prizes involved top-of-the-line gender-affirmation surgery—usually stuff not covered yet by health insurance.
Pui touches his nose to confirm he’s still there. He’s alive and, surprisingly, grateful.
We stayed warm and near to each other around the crackling flames. That’s how we continued on.
Clarity knows how to turn your pain into an apology, but Nid Jeuniper has trained me a way out of this scenario.
This, I knew, was no mere dream: At long last the flood had come to cleanse this preposterous city.
Listo had suspected the curse since the hospital, but after his first full moon it was a fact.
I kept wondering what I could do to be better than them, much more than what I could do to be good.
“A humble name. Shi Tou cannot be mistaken for a precious stone. To be something ordinary makes you less fragile.”
Mary decided then and there that Harold would do. She missed skin on skin. She missed letting go.
A sticky silence befalls the house for many weeks.
I hissed the words at her. “This, your America, it will kill you.”
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.
I never did learn how the Vaughns got their money, but maybe that was part of the appeal—the mystery of it all.
Guy was released shortly after he was detained. His parents did their best to keep everything quiet. But already the rumors had begun.
She imagined impaling her husband on the molasses-stained tusk of that elephant. “It should’ve been you,” she said.
The bills were too thick to conceal in my pocket, so I reached inside my briefs and hid them there.
“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.”
We wanted to embellish her legend, but now we were only the witnesses of her want.
If she just had her family back, Nia thought. Together they could chart a way out of the breaking.
Three days, our people had agreed: a real, old-school, ‘Rolling Stone’–style profile.
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