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Red Letter Day
Amelia lies back against the cool cotton, splaying hands like white spindles. Continue Reading Red Letter Day
The Son of Lee Van Cleef
I wanted to tell her all of this, but when I tried to speak I had no answer for the gorilla. Instead I let my mind wander until I settled ...
Like a String
Leo wished he could tell his son how sometimes a thing like love can hurt too much, how it is like a string that vibrates, creating sound. Continue ...
The Witness
The pitiful creature has been caught in a net of his own design. See how he struggles and gets more tangled up. It’s too much for my delicate sensibilities: so ...
Breath
“It shouldn’t be exposed like this,” she’d whisper. “We’re supposed to be ignorant. It works best that way.” Continue Reading Breath
Neighborly Class
It is a little stunted, and the kernels are not always plumped out like fresh pillows, but it does well enough as bulk cattle feed, pellet chicken feed. ...
The Bridge
There were a handful of minor rules and two major ones: don’t cross the rope bridge without a Scout Master present and do not cross it at night under any ...
Convergence
I dislike the shift in speed induced by Earth’s gravity, the subtle but recognizable odor of decay and the gust of freshened air that’s puffed into the spacecraft to mask ...
The Staircase
Now disheveled like an old beauty in her tattered dressing gown. Gravel disorderly mixed with dirt, gnawed hedges. Continue Reading The Staircase
Buitre
We also watched scorpions making their determined way on the sand or across the road, and in the evening, we walked with our heads bent towards the ground, so we ...
It Starts With Video Games
‘Yates types the names of the websites from the Visa bill and his browser is flooded with flesh. So many scenarios, inside, outside, by the pool, in a massage parlour, ...
All Us, Children
On the day we met, you wore an oversized poncho with dungarees and yellow, rubber boots. Continue Reading All Us, Children
US Student, Katherine Liu, Winner of the 2015 Litro & IGGY Young Writers Prize
In youth we were thunder-bringing, earth-shaking, feather-footed kids. We lived in the suburbs, all those perfect houses in rows and all their perfectly manicured lawns, but sometimes when we were ...
Lost Cargo
‘He is lying on a tongue of a leviathan—sinking into the stomach lining of a whale. Swallowed whole. ‘ In the belly of a whale a man contemplates his own ...
Battle of the Abuelas
She did not know how to drive. That is what her sons said after the fact, but this did not stop her from driving the priest’s jeep through the flimsy ...
The Blame Game
When my mother burned the bife acebolado, she blamed it on the magical prankster Saci. Continue Reading The Blame Game
Cenote
The air-conditioned shuttle jerked through traffic on overbuilt thoroughfares into a safe, pathetically normal tourist Mecca. Continue Reading Cenote
Penelope Thinks She Remembers Her Father
I wasn’t scared as I felt the world tipping, carrying me tightly at its side. I heard the splash, the cool water wrapping itself around me, and then the muffled ...
Snoodles
A young boy in a tough neighborhood helps out an old lady, despite the dangers. Continue Reading Snoodles
A Eulogy for Abuelo by Spider Woman
You wither—a dahlia whose pale, purple petals have wilted. Every time I see you it seems more of your petals have fallen to the ground. Continue Reading A ...