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The Worm Eater

“Whose birthday is this?” Lara asked, as Essie turned the wheel to back into a parallel parking space on the narrow residential street. A passing postal truck h...

Follicles

Anthony wants to keep it classic. Traditional elm wood or, in a pinch, a chip board veneer. It looks just like the real thing. But Lewis wants Ho Chi Minh fanfa...

Persimmon

The first time she speaks to you, you are on the toilet. You are both at a party, and she is waiting for a polite time to go home. Underneath the stall, you see...

What They Know

Checking her face in the mirror, she feels him move behind her, his attention absorbing the space between them. “What?” she says. He doesn’t answer, turns to ...

Take Your Eye

We were walking along South Street after group therapy when Keith popped out his glass eye. I knew he had a glass eye, and that he could pop it out, but even if...

The Boots

A 1977 divorce was trailblazing, and a custodial father was positively extraterrestrial. I was six.A serpentine driveway tethered our farmhouse to the count...

Ocean Beach, 1963

My brother and I stood waist-deep in the Pacific on a cold day in November. Along the shoreline, signs screamed, People Swimming and Wading Have Drowned Here, b...

Gas

Amy and Jasmine’s joy is hissing out into the dark bedroom like a gas leak. * Two floors below, Amy’s mum is sat in the kitchen, bare feet on the cold tiles, ...

The Arc of the Birch

I have fallen in love with a birch tree. Tomorrow my husband will remove it, a killing he presented as a fait accompli last weekend after plying me with cocktai...