Category: Stories
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Postscript with Lost City
Victoria Miluch
It began in the aftermath of the hurricane, when the air smelled like wet earth and D felt like he was drowning in it. For two days, the wind had uprooted the rainforests and levitated the mangrove trees. Crabs ended up where birds lived, and jellyfish lay pulsating on the highways, humming with purple electricity.…
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Excerpt from Tram 83
Fiston Mwanza Mujila
Translated by Roland Glasser In praise of a night of transgression, followed by Lucien and the Diva’s reading. Not all nights had the same chronology of beer, music, dancing, single-mamas in the first flush of youth, dog kebabs, and madness. Those who went out at night knew the plot, the prosody of events, the convulsion…
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Birds of Dusk
Roger Real Drouin
This story is a fictional account of real events. “Today we enjoy the beauty of our Florida wading birds largely because of these men.” — reads the free standing historical marker, 26 degrees, 54.615 minutes north, by 82 degrees, 05.740 minutes west. + Can’t find any relations,the deputy says, standing on this side of the…
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Keeping Up Appearances
Erica L. Williams
My grandfather, Conrad Espy, owned Espy Enterprises, which in its heyday was one of the most successful black-owned companies in the Carolinas, something unheard of at the time. His company owned grocery stores, restaurants, barbershops and rental properties, making his net worth greater than that of most of his white counterparts. Decades after his death,…
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Moose
Tim Raymond
Moose lets her calf practice swimming in the wide river. He is a funny boy. He is older now and used to his legs, but in the water he resembles a cotton-wisp collapsing in rain. All of his hair slicks to his bones and his eyes become large bulbs. He scares the fish. + To…
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Beehive
Carlotta Eden
The beehive hung from the roof of their motel room, and nobody could reach it without a ladder, and nobody was coming out until tomorrow. “The bees are sick,” the manager said, his cheeks shiny and red and his white face blown up like bubblegum, “it won’t be much longer till they die.” The bees…
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Like Pulling Teeth
Michelle Ross
In the kitchen, the girl’s parents told gruesome stories: children’s teeth lassoed to door knobs, pick-up trucks, and the tails of family dogs. The removal of baby teeth was an extreme sport. Cheese sounded kind in comparison, until the girl saw its blue-green crevices and sniffed an odor that also suggested crevices. “Won’t it just…
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Disconnect
Julie McArthur
I wake under a spider’s web of wires to the sound of monitors—blip, blip, blipping. I look at a camera hanging from the ceiling and give a half-hearted wave. It must be the middle of the night. I hope it is, but before I can close my eyes again, I hear a knock at the…
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Countenance
Courtney Gustafson
Annalise was having dreams about picking flowers late at night, from the private gardens of residents who were likely too asleep to notice. She imagined them waking up the next morning, taking a headcount of their tiger lilies — those were most popular this time of year — and noticing that exactly eleven were missing.…
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Purse Baby
Jan Stinchcomb
We are squatting on the outskirts in a house with black walls and a black hearth, where we eat and drink whatever we can get for free. For the real stuff Lover goes back into the city. He never comes home empty handed. Other people drift in and out, carried by waves of desperation and…
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Too Easy To Touch
Meg Pokrass
I’m at a cafe with my friend Lara, having a biscuit and coffee, and I’m telling her about it. “So here’s what happened. I rescue a little blue parakeet near the park coming home from work. I can tell it’s tame, the way it’s just looking around. And it’s too easy to touch. It lets…
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Coelacanth
Daniel Enjay Wong
An aquarium is just a container of containers. When we arrive at the Great Kelp Forest, I realize how wrong I am to bring you here. I have forgotten how tanks, occupied by slow-moving organisms, are womb-like. These galleries crowd with the noise of children. In an alcove, a pregnant woman sits on a bench.…