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The Ivory Box
There was a flash of light, and I heard the door slam behind me. I was in a room with no windows. The door had vanished. I was surrounded by smooth white walls, white floor, white ceiling.


Existential Stomach Eater
I find it funny how the sun is so persistent. Through bordering on black-out curtains and closed-tight blinds, a wall of golden light sits on the other side of my window. It’d be peaceful if there weren’t two blaring problems.


Transit of Venus
The next time Venus transits is over one hundred years away. Today, the planet is visible, a solid black disk travelling across the blinding sun. I don’t recommend taking a look. I answer the phone. “Thank you for calling Agident, Rosalie speaking, how may I help you?” The words run together. I recite the sentence in a single breath, delivered with a bright chirp. The woman who replies wants to know if her insurance plan covers wisdom teeth extraction. “Please hold while I lo


It Was a Stormy and Dark Night
It was a dark and windy night. You walked into the condo with two large bags full of groceries, just in time for us to do the evening...


Three Keys One Lock
I dreamt about you again last night. It's always you. You said you can't dream anymore, so "How could it possibly have been me?"


Sundawn
Part I I am greedy, some others say. My jealousy for the nine lives of the stray cat amuses them. Apparently, it shouldn’t be that hard...


Kit Kats and Iced Caps
Now Time is precious and limited. After a full day of college courses and working part-time at the town sandwich shop, Reyna was finally...


Adiós - Part III: Closure enough
Tania began heading back the old familiar road, but then she glanced back at the church as her final glimpse of hope. Maybe someone there...


Adiós - Part II: Pleading Without Palanca
How could I forget the exact date Tía Lola died? You spend all your life remembering birthdays, and something as permanent and defining...


Adiós - Part I: The Necrópolis Cristobal Colón
They arrived at the necropolis at 1:00 pm, when the sun singed arms, and the day’s vapour panted on the back of necks. The necropolis,...


The Glow
In this excerpt from Well Wasted, a novelette published in 2024, young Alex goes to a show at a club in Brighton, UK.
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