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Orla started seeing Dan in secret. Hotel afternoons. Dan the man, was well off. Orla, not so much poor as unpractised in the pleasure of ...
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Elise in Croatia
Kamelija meets her at the little airport in Zagreb. She is driving a beat-up VW Passat with no driver’s side mirror. They squeeze Elise’s suitcase ... -
Red Letter Day
Amelia lies back against the cool cotton, splaying hands like white spindles. Continue Reading Red Letter Day
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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 ... -
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, ... -
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 ... -
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
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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, ... -
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 ... -
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 ... -
The Staircase
Now disheveled like an old beauty in her tattered dressing gown. Gravel disorderly mixed with dirt, gnawed hedges. Continue Reading The Staircase
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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 ... -
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 ... -
All Us, Children
On the day we met, you wore an oversized poncho with dungarees and yellow, rubber boots. Continue Reading All Us, Children
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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, ... -
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 ... -
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 ... -
The Blame Game
When my mother burned the bife acebolado, she blamed it on the magical prankster Saci. Continue Reading The Blame Game
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Cenote
The air-conditioned shuttle jerked through traffic on overbuilt thoroughfares into a safe, pathetically normal tourist Mecca. Continue Reading Cenote
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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 ...