Fiction

We Were Professionals

Benito Vergara -

It's my first desert ever and I'm disappointed. I was hoping for untrodden movie dunes scalloped by the wind, my shoes eagerly filling with sand. I...

Ossetra

Sean Bernard -

We don’t have misfires. We don’t have a Michelin star, either, though everyone here in Chicago agrees that we deserve one, that restaurant ratings...

Sustenance

Diana Wagman -

There were bits of dead fairies in Aunt Lila’s phlegm. She coughed up streaks of pink and lavender and pale baby blue. Pieces of bony...

This Way Up

Angelica Zollo -

He was always late to dinner. He slept through Christmas. He was late to his mother’s funeral. He asked if they had taped it because...

You’re Gonna Scream When You Die

Joanna C. Valente -

He asked if he could come on her breasts. They weren’t using a condom and she wasn’t on birth control but K didn’t like using...

Young Ronnie in The Mirror

Cameron Stewart -

These walls have mice. They're pillaging the plaster and rooming in my boots. I can’t even sleep, so it’s all prescriptionless mercy pills for...

Getting Out

Cedar Bowers -

The husband’s back is taut, turned Margaret’s way. It’s an evening when anything could start it. They both know this. Avoid eyes. The husband...

The Wig

Kristen Iskandrian -

It glinted—such an unnecessary, poetic word—but it did, glint in the sun as it went over the guardrail and down thirty feet into the drainage...

In Case I Don’t Call

Bruce Johnson -

When they were young, Michelle and her little brother shared a line in the basement. Their parents got them this line because Michelle insisted,...

Shrinkage

Millie Ho -

Inez shaved her head the day after. She didn’t make the connection between her impulse to go bald with what had happened. She simply walked...