Only about half the apartments were lit and fewer had Christmas lights, just like the last building.
Browsing: Short Fiction
Edward is not expecting her voice. “Why don’t we go out?” They stand with their…
“I think we’re living in the Golden Age of Fuck Off. I really do. What…
Warren’s new girlfriend had a son named Benjamin, always called Benny. The boy’s father had…
Maxi stands at the morning count with her right cheekbone bulging and purpled, red lightning…
“The plate just bent and bent,” she is saying. “I told them. The Slave Craton’s the oldest rock on the planet. It doesn’t move. It was never going to move. Something else had to.”