Genre: Fiction

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Issue 6 | Summer 2021 |

  I learned of Rand and Sunny’s engagement when, the day after the night at the dock with Jimmy, Delle stepped into my room and said, “Get dressed. You’re getting fitted.” My eyes were raw from lack of sleep, my body shaky as the whiskey left my system in hungover shivers, but Delle didn’t seem …

The Laptop

Issue 5 | Winter 2020 |

  Samuel watched as Carol set up the laptop for him. He leafed through the user’s manual, before putting it in a drawer. The laptop was a retirement gift, after forty years in the civil service. Not an end but the beginning of a new chapter, or so he was told at his retirement party. …

It Builds Something Unseen

Issue 5 | Winter 2020 |

  The berries tasted best after midnight. Something about how their sun-warmed skins cooled under the dew and darkness made them juicier, sweeter. Of course if you picked them and tried to take them home and put them on your cereal or pancakes for breakfast, they were even worse than if you’d picked them at …

Iris

Issue 5 | Winter 2020 |

  I’d lost track of how I was related to Iris. I just took people’s word for it that I was. We had lived in Singapore eight years, and I hadn’t seen her, or even thought about her all that time. As Mom was driving the two of us over to her house, I tried …

Salmon Run

Issue 4 | Summer 2020 |

  Ruth likes slightly overcast weather and the smell of public libraries. Ruth likes the color mauve. She bakes cinnamon raisin bread in the winter, and she wears orthopedic shoes on her nightly walks. Ruth dislikes it when the person in front of her in line gets chatty with the cashier. It’s inconsiderate, she thinks, …

Alexa Whispers

Issue 4 | Summer 2020 |

  “Right now, it is 44 degrees Fahrenheit. Tonight, you can expect a low of 37 degrees.” “Thank you, Alexa,” I say, because I’m polite, even when it’s a machine offering me the things that I need, like accurate forecasts, spell-checks on problem words (broccoli, zucchini, accommodations), and the time, which I ask for again …