FICTION
“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”
“The woman was a catastrophe,” Carlos told me at the time. “But she was as honest as my face is ugly.”
I don’t know why I was still talking about the rapture. I certainly didn’t believe in it. Regardless, it remained a thief…
Hitting up homes peopled by those with nothing much to lose was an easy score. The less you had, the less likely you were to defend it. But this home was different. Its residents had a lot to lose and the will to fight for it.
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.
I loved Rena as much as a patient could love their gynecologist. We had tea together in her office. I cried when she asked how I was doing, and she showed me pictures of her terriers.
I pushed my nose to within an inch from the rug. I sniffed, and sniffed, and I smelled something…not quite right, but I couldn’t place it.
Directly after the arrival of the Armada, this model made sense, as the gap between Unthulanian and Human cultures prevented a commensurable exchange of practices…
Sex is not a thank you card in this house.
To be encased, Clint had always thought, was foolishness. Why allow yourself to be open to such sorrow?
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.
I eat my Oreos with relish. No—I mean I relish in the Oreos I eat.
I’m dancing with my best friend’s husband, under the influence of his jaws and thighs.
A man with a fistful of showbags said, “That cow sounds like a person trying to sound like a cow.”
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…
I point my camera towards B. Lovely and she is sitting on the curb.
We said, Heck, that’s really something.
You’ve been dreading this day since the moment you found out you were pregnant—perhaps even before.
I reached for my invoice, which Dr. George, holding it between thumb and forefinger as if it were a soiled diaper, dropped into my hand.
It was spring and the hills were irradient, like they had to get out all their green in one short burst before catching fire.
I’d never heard of anyone having a second baby right after the first one, but everything was so strange in those early days of motherhood that I just acted on instinct.
Share some abandon.
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