Fiction
MICROMOSAICS
by Shira DentzFiction
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
by Renee GladmanFiction
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.
