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The Ghost In Angelica’s Room

Dad still comes into my room at night, even though he’s dead. I don’t know why he bothers, but he does. First time it happened, I thought I imagined him. But I can hear his breathing, can feel the mattress shift when he sits down on my bed next to Winston, who purrs and tucks […]

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Illustration of man and woman kissing by Dario Bijelac

The Hole Where Andy Used to Be

The hole where Andy used to be came downstairs and sat at the kitchen table. I served him a plate of eggs before I remembered the hole never ate. As I took it back to place in the fridge, I felt like a fool. Not much later, I found the hole where Andy used to […]

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Illustration of man and woman kissing by Dario Bijelac

The Comedian

Nina’s Saturday has begun just like the past three weeks. In the kitchen, she makes herself a bowl of Cheerios. It’s a weekend, so she treats herself to a jar of blueberry yogurt. She twists the lid off and licks the smear. It’s 3:00. Chloe is picking her up soon. It’s darkening outside. There’s a […]

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Illustration of man and woman kissing by Dario Bijelac

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow

The day after the Russians launch their satellite into space, Jacqueline and I skip school and hide in her attic. We spend hours looking through all the junk her mother keeps up here, chew Turkish taffy and cherry lumps until we feel sick, and tell each other all of the worst jokes we know—including the […]

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Illustration of man and woman kissing by Dario Bijelac

Royce Is Not My Father

We needed groceries, so we pawned my sister’s leg. Not her leg, but the prosthetic with a steel pylon tibia and detachable foam foot that once belonged to her father, Royce. Royce is also the name of the leg. The leg now hangs above compression socks, enema bulbs, and breast pumps in the medical supply […]

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Rachel Unerased

“I’m thinking of painting the front porch,” my grandmother said. “Maybe a bright spring yellow.” I trapped the phone against one ear with my shoulder. “Gram? Did you hear what I said?” “Hmm?” “I said, ‘I have something to tell you,’ and you said, ‘Me too’ and I said, ‘I’m gay,’ and you said, ‘I’m […]

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Excerpt from the Diagnostic and Necromantic Manual, 5th edition Regarding the Departed

4.200 – Reuniting with Departed Lovers, Pets, and/or Network-enabled Electronic Devices, Alternate Methods for In some rare cases, the methods laid out by section 4.100 (Classic Necromantic Rituals) will fail to return loved ones—or their devices—to life.  In such instances, the practitioner or her client may feel the onset of despair.  As though caught in […]

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A dark woods for the December cover of Flash Fiction Online

The Girl Waits

April 14, 1994, Mubaro, Rwanda The girl waits. There are only the silver threads of a web swooping precariously over the top left corner of a splintered window frame. There are no rays of warm light seeping through mottled glass. There is no slight breeze, no swaying jacaranda branch heavy with purple blossoms her mother […]

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Steadfast

Poppy fell the moment Carlos showed her his feet. She’d never met a man—or rather, a civilian man—with feet uglier than her own. But ballet slippers weren’t any kinder to toes than combat boots were. Before she saw him, she’d planned on making a tactical retreat from the reception. It’d been a mistake to take […]

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Brujitas by Shara Concepcion in Flash Fiction Online

Brujitas

Our grandmothers lie in slips that shine like cellophane. Their breasts hang loose and heavy like bindles from their collar bones. We gaze at the crosses hanging over their beds, so much like marks over graves, as they whisper softly, softly on the edge of sleep. “The fence was there at the beginning,” they tell us, […]

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