FICTION
“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”
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.
A tortured simper uncoils itself across my mouth as I open another bottle of Penis wine.
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.
When I was on earth I was a pretty good kid. I only got drunk when I needed to get drunk.
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.
She turns her back for me to fasten the rows of metal hooks. Why isn’t our small, tender freedom enough?
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…
“The woman was a catastrophe,” Carlos told me at the time. “But she was as honest as my face is ugly.”
Mama sped along the highway, unbothered by bits of gravel that flew up from the front tires and struck the windshield of the sedan.
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.
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.
He used to hold my hand on Commonwealth. I wonder sometimes if he ever still thinks about my mouth.
The young boy goes to bed and kisses his mother goodnight. He goes to bed and closes his eyes and wishes his family good sleep.
I know you shouldn’t keep wild animals as pets, but I’ve had the same spider in my bathroom sink for over two weeks.
You’ve been dreading this day since the moment you found out you were pregnant—perhaps even before.
Share some abandon.
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