Light reflects and refracts along the mirrorball, strawberry laserbeams spilling into a smoke-machine sea, and as one fleshbug crests the next wave, our eyes fix…. Continue Reading Bitflip
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And so once a month he remembers when he fell in love, when he just played piano. And, the woman? She sweats his drink, slides beside wispy sheets of music, ...
The cafe owner handed over a slip of paper with all the names of the good spots, just like he promised me. Continue Reading La Revolución
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Two dreams, an ancestral voice, a swan dive that leaves the wind in its wake.
Continue Reading A Whim
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Following the revelation, a number of things had changed.
Sex, for one. The act of sex. The rewards of sex. That sex of all things had suddenly lost its meaning he ...
Feeling her press her body up against mine is better than lying on the kitchen floor alone. Continue Reading Cuffing Season
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In my bedroom, after we’d finished (he went on for ages – seems to take pride in that), we lay in the bed with nothing to say. We lay like ...
An observant woman spends time at her local park – but is she a nature lover or an inventive cook?
Continue Reading Heads and Tails
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“I love you so much,” my husband told me quietly as he moved farther away from my unclothed body, wrapping himself within the sheets and letting out a muffled ...
Everything was shaping up for a perfect midsummer night. Rainey stowed the wok and the coolers with the oil, samosas, fruit, ice and bottles in the prow of the dinghy.
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“Go away!” I said. I looked at him, and although I knew he was different, he might still act like them. He’d have told me something and when I disagreed, ...
A charming lively plaza in el barrio de Gracia, behind a lone lit window on the third floor, a nineteen-year-old girl smokes a cigarette.
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After sending the meeting request, the crux of which read, “I want to work part-time,” Miller, at first, felt regret. How could he have been so impulsive? Continue ...
The first to go, thinks Rachel, the first supporting wall yanked out. The five of us no longer solid and inevitable and filling the spaces of this house, but exposed ...
Don Filo makes an appearance at the building site, with his smell of tequila and Old Spice, wearing a leopard print silk shirt and orange alligator boots.
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It had been four years, three months and five days since his release. He remembered the first taste of rain on the outside—how the same showers that reminded him of ...
I’m holding too many candles. The largest has been melting, steadily, for some two years and seven months. Continue Reading A Candle Metaphor that I Ran Away ...
“We can do whatever we want,” she says. “And come on, someone needs to teach those fuckers that what they did is wrong.”
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On an island in the Pacific Ocean, moonless night is blacker than pitch or ink or tar, deeper than a lack of reflection.
Continue Reading Hunting
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Through the leaves I see an animal paddling near. The beast clambers onto the branch, panting. Fucking Chance. The damn dog barks a greeting, his eyes big and grateful. “Fuck ...
