“Proprietary. As though we were his to command.” That was how Astrid put it to her friend after dinner, when they were – at last
Read MoreHe opened his eyes to the sun-tinted white wall next to her bed, a glaze of burnt orange filling up all he could see. He
Read MoreThey took no classes together, and, after that first year, never attended the same school, but somewhere, inside the scattered years of their lives, there
Read MorePlease have your props at the ready: A little tin box, A little yellowed bag with white, frayed string, Cunning letters that make up cunning
Read MoreI watched him for a moment sitting on the dock. His back was facing me, his eyes toward the water. He didn’t know I was
Read MoreNight-time, mid-week and liberated by fake ID we’re out. My teenage friend is sprawled across a car bonnet boyfriend on top riding and grinding her.
Read MoreMy husband didn’t make it on Marcel Proust’s Questionnaire—he didn’t even come close. My idea of happiness? I nodded and played back memories
Read MoreIt’s no accident that I’m writing to you poolside from a rehab on the west coast of Phuket rather than from the library at Sing
Read MoreI was the only imperfect child. My five older siblings and I were all born in a kiddie pool my mom’s doula filled halfway with
Read MoreIn late spring, the tiny hitchhiker got a ride with Calvin and Jess as they left the Des Moines hotel they’d stayed at for their
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