In bed, a few weeks before Christmas, my boyfriend is scrolling through his phone after sex, looking for something to put in his cart. “Have you ever used a weighted blanket?” he asks, stretching out, back-flat on the mattress. “No.” I lay my head on his chest. “Want to get me one?” He looks down […]
All of them sat in a corner of Sashi Master’s living room as it rained heavily outside. In his modest house, the living room was the only place where they could sit together. Twelve of them, including the village headman, Radhamadhav ji. “Sashi, what’s the radio saying? How long will it rain?” asked Radhamadhav. “Radio […]
Moros’ corporeal form is an awkward tangle of too-long limbs and too-narrow hips, neither of which ease his drive through the congested streets of lower Manhattan. He quite enjoys the stench of diesel inside the sedan, all the more so with society’s absolution of fossil fuels. What’s the point when even their eco-friendly alternatives come […]
On a dismal autumn afternoon, Eleanor Lytton made her way along a narrow boardwalk through the reeds and cattails of a desolate marsh. Leaves had long since fallen, and the smell of distant bonfires hung over the grey landscape. In the eerie stillness, she recalled stories she’d heard since childhood about the ravine being home […]
Finding a place to live in Philly on a part-time income took much work. And at one point, I told my best friend, Bryan, that I’d probably stay at my parents’ house until I finished my English degree. The available spaces were either too expensive or in an undesirable neighborhood where I felt nervous walking […]
‘Twas one of those days one starts by referring to the old self with numbers and using the word ‘twas. Well, I wasn’t sure if it even was day already, because my eyes were in a similar state as my uncle Heinrich’s window shutters. You see, they just opened when he applied brute force. And […]
How long did it take to know a person? Two years? Six? She’d been married to John five years, but sometimes she felt she didn’t know him at all. Or maybe she knew him too well. Michelle flopped back on the couch, head against the pillows John had carried out from the bedroom that afternoon. […]
In bed, a few weeks before Christmas, my boyfriend is scrolling through his phone after sex, looking for something to put in his cart. “Have you ever used a weighted blanket?” he asks, stretching out, back-flat on the mattress. “No.” I lay my head on his chest. “Want to get me one?” He looks down […]
“The changing of personalities, the unconscious smiles, the problematic views.”
“His ship has gone down on this occasion, as it has many times before, but he knows he will sail again and the same sea will be waiting to engulf him tomorrow.”