Fiction

The hurricane hit like an old boxer—sapped of its former power, but still dangerous.

I’ve been receiving gender-affirming therapies and waiting for the right time to come out to my son…

You awake into the world where she’s gone, her life taken by a drunk driver while biking home in the cool night air…

Sanjay and I continued our daily chess games under the watchful eye of our parents, with long pauses and smiles…

What is my voice when it has nothing to imitate? Whose beauty is this but not the beautiful ones it mimics?

Old and young came together, embracing in their triumph, entangled in the throng’s euphoria.

Guilt-ridden Joshua wanted his father to understand. “I want to be a physicist. Politics are of no interest to me”.

I was every fig on every fig tree. Those reckless writers warned the man and the woman not to eat me

The repetitiveness was mind-crushing. The cruise-lines he followed all day seemed like a prison.