Salad Pie

"We had bees in the attic above the garage. We heard their buzzing in the southeast corner, through the wall to the master bedroom. A swarm’s low hum, droning their stingers into the aging wood siding. (I needed somewhere to call mine. A shelter.)"

Attic Dweller

1. Setting serves as the introduction to the story. The sky, gray and looming with thunder and sideways rain, withholds for this moment, this moment when...
2. The characters meet in a bus stop kiosk, the glass kind with the light blue and yellow...

How to Tell a Love Story

"The sun rises sad. Everyone uses her light as a euphemism for goodness. Shine a light on the problem. Let the sun in. Get a little sun on these old bones. All of it sounds right to say, but then why today is everyone holding ceremony

Eclipse

Water and Land

"The house is cold. Cats sit on forced-air vents. Heat billows
their fur, dander drifting along indoor currents. Every 

so often -once a year, four times a quarter, thrice a decade-
I forget how to write a sentence."

This Isn’t Meditation, It’s Simulation

How My Cousin Who Ran Away in the 80s Spent Her Last Hours


She backflipped down the Don Valley Parkway—flip, flip, flip—because she loved gymnastics and she was tired of doing perfect cartwheels. Flip, flip, flip, until flip, over the guardrail

How My Cousin Who Ran Away in the 80s  Spent Her Last Hours

Bavaria

Until the girl arrived, the last time I had taken a step was eight hundred years ago when I walked as a young man, eighteen years of age, into the Bavarian forest with my parents, to spite the Grimms and their wolfish tales.

Wendy BooydeGraaff

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