Fiction

MICROMOSAICS

April watches Anne’s hand alternate between her forehead and her hair, then wave what-to-do. Her rings gleam all over the place.

from EVENT FACTORY

Crossing into the old city took the better part of the day when you were as hungry as we were, which was not a nutritional hunger but rather something deeply emotional.

ASTRAY

An unlit cigarette dangled from my lips.

Tragic Strip

Plus Seven: The Integer That Made a Manchu Out of "McCoy"

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JUNE 2010

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