Fiction

When The Ten Thousand Ton Trilobite Attacked

We said, Heck, that’s really something.

Demolition

I feel somewhat bad about using the death of my father as an excuse to prolong my trip.

Swoon

Jenna says that he typically goes for redheads, so I run to Target and buy a box of hair dye.

You and Jane

You’ve been dreading this day since the moment you found out you were pregnant—perhaps even before.

The Rift

None speak of how the streets collide in coarse seams like scars, the fresh cobbles unable to level with the ones shaken from their mortar by uncountable seasons.

Chrysalis

To be encased, Clint had always thought, was foolishness. Why allow yourself to be open to such sorrow?

wade-in

I am in Rite Aid buying ChapStick and diapers, when people start washing away in the rain.

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.

In Rare Cases…

You’re joking, I say, interrupting the steady bumping of the doctor’s bushy white mustache.

Laika Came Home

When Laika the space dog comes back, bulleted to earth in a tiny white escape pod that dissolves upon opening, nobody can believe it.

The Whole Vile Lot

I eat my Oreos with relish. No—I mean I relish in the Oreos I eat.

The Rupture

Before the headaches began, I thought myself sturdy: firm in my foundations, set square like a saltbox house.

The Bird That Carried One Hundred Messages To America

At the end of the meeting, the villagers agreed to contribute shillings and pounds to sponsor Elochi to a university in America.

The Sweetness

I’m dancing with my best friend’s husband, under the influence of his jaws and thighs.

Theoretical Debate

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.