Cedar Shake House by Jesse Jing When I was a baby I loved more than anything to be left alone. I know this from Thanksgivings and Christmases, when aunts and uncles would laugh about how strange an infant I was and my father would smile his strained smile. I think it...
Cutlass Supreme by Richard Breyer Howard’s plane taxis up to a three-story glass and aluminum terminal with stadium lighting, a far cry from the Quonset hut and rolling stairways that greeted him the last time he was here. Today’s greeting comes from the...
The Checkout Guy at the Co-Op by Alice Duggan There’s something alert in the air between us. His keystrokes show me her name still listed a long-time member I get her discount. His jokes are poised at appropriate distance, he might be flirting or could this be a...
Coffee in Bed by Hannah Gilham He takes his skin off to sleep, and, well, last night I wore it. Just around the house of course. It’s not weird if you’re in love. None of it’s weird. The conjoining of two bodies. The peeling away of each others’ eyelids, licking the...
The Descendants of Monsters by Severin Wiggenhorn “What’s going to happen to the alligators after you implant the electrodes?” We’d just finished family dinner the night before the road trip. Whatever Dad was studying this time, his research always involved...
