The Apocalypse Flies Business Class
byRyan is coming for you. An irresistible force, a seduction of lingering eye contact, symmetrical features, and trim-fit business shirts. And the cologne. So subtle you’re not aware of it…
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Andromeda
byIn the living room: your partner, your gentle partner Greg, lies on the rug like a crescent moon cradling your baby, your beautiful baby Carmen. She is a bouncing, drooling…
T Rex
byThanksgiving. Tia chooses a seat in the rear of the plane, beside the window. Sometimes, being hemmed in is just the thing. The last time she traveled was in August….
Tachycardia
byBefore going to sleep, I slog through research papers with my back against the headboard. Tina brushes her teeth. Between going from her upper to her lower row, she comes…
The Shit
byThey called him The Shit. They said it smelled like he needed to take one. There wasn’t much he could do about it back then. His mother refused to buy…
Stanton California Post-COVID Lucha Libre Blues
byStanton. Orange County. Ill lit streets. Even Katella, the main drag. The parking lot of an industrial park. There’s a church. A mortuary. And an MMA gym that also trains…
Surf City
byIt was only supposed to be a week. But Danielle met Devon and Devon was tall, like basketball tall, and she liked how she could dangle off his biceps like…
Dead Letter
byTheresa inhaled sharply when she saw it. Nestled between a restaurant flier and the water bill lay an envelope with her son’s name. She ran the tips of her fingers…
The Abode of the Damned
byExperienced parents know that following your child into the abyss of youth sports is not for the faint of heart. The most challenging leg of my child-rearing odyssey has been…
Story of an Epidemic
byAll morning, the passersby sneezed, and the old man looked on in silence. Joggers snatched up their t-shirt tails, wiped noses and eyes. Cyclists, wracked by sudden coughing spells, veered…