I learn fast that there are rules in the underworld. If you want to get by, you have to work their system.’ Don’t eat anything, not even a seed. Don’t let one of them touch…
Browsing Category Fiction
Butterflies
It started with butterflies. Wings splayed and restrained. Proboscis coiled, but dormant. The softness, hardness, softness as the pins popped the abdomen, the innards, the felt. The crisp crack of Styrofoam. The tints of them,…
Realities That I Now Recall
After school, Damon reached into the pocket of his rain jacket and showed me a fragment of his mother’s bone, as smooth and white as a swan feather. I had never seen a human bone…
Revolution of the Bean
A flash thunderstorm hits Millennium Park. Tourists scatter as though coming under sniper fire. Some run towards the Pritzker Pavilion for shelter. Others flee in the direction of Michigan Avenue. You join a crowd taking…