Fiction
MICROMOSAICS
By Shira DentzApril watches Anne’s hand alternate between her forehead and her hair, then wave what-to-do. Her rings gleam all over the place.
from EVENT FACTORY
By Renee GladmanCrossing into the old city took the better part of the day when you were as hungry as we were, which was not a nutritional hunger but rather something deeply emotional.
ASTRAY
By Andrew FarkasAn unlit cigarette dangled from my lips.
Tragic Strip
By T. MotleyPlus Seven: The Integer That Made a Manchu Out of "McCoy"
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