FICTION
“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”
He used to hold my hand on Commonwealth. I wonder sometimes if he ever still thinks about my mouth.
Ever since your son brought you here, things have been different. He was crying when he dropped you off. You still don’t know why.
You’re joking, I say, interrupting the steady bumping of the doctor’s bushy white mustache.
Before the headaches began, I thought myself sturdy: firm in my foundations, set square like a saltbox house.
My new neighbor is making a violin from a cigar box. He got the cigar box from a guard. The guard, presumably, got it from outside the Fence.
and on and on and on and on they ran, the Merry Men, running from a hundred and one arrows bought with taxes stolen twice over…
Sitting at the bar on Pacific Avenue. With the seashells in the walls. Same bartender from last year, still here, making the same lethal Mai Tais.
When Laika the space dog comes back, bulleted to earth in a tiny white escape pod that dissolves upon opening, nobody can believe it.
You’ve been dreading this day since the moment you found out you were pregnant—perhaps even before.
It all started with the curse of my tits. Women’s bodies are cursed. Everyone tries to look at them, everyone tries to ignore them.
It was spring and the hills were irradient, like they had to get out all their green in one short burst before catching fire.
And then he feels that familiar sensation of drifting—when his body untethers from the material world and he soon dissolves into a fine, floating mist that evaporates into the atmosphere.
Darkness always follows.
At the end of the meeting, the villagers agreed to contribute shillings and pounds to sponsor Elochi to a university in America.
Allanson looked out of the viewport, at the ragtag flotilla of ships trailing behind, some of them slow to catch up. It was to be expected with the little time that they’d had to cobble the fleet together.
On the first day of our new life together, my husband realized that I was not interested in theoretical debate. He said it was okay by him and went out to get some pancake mix.
Share some abandon.
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