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Fiction

Have Mercy on Us

The girl laughed at her mother, a bigger laugh than was necessary and took another brownie. She was high.

Thin Air

Maryn concentrated on the feeling of his touch, the cool sensation that passed over her skin…

On God’s Green Earth

There’s always going to be ‘just too much’, if you can’t divorce yourself from your damn job.

You Can’t See Me

The bus, like all buses in Hyderabad, smells like lemons… and people. Landlocked and sweltering, Hyderabadians have developed an affinity for citrus.

A Learned Man

I was ten years old when I concluded my grandfather was illiterate. I approached him with one of my books one day…

Graveyard

Pilgrimage

You stand at edge of the hole that your mother dug for herself — not for you — but still. You peer down, at the stairs planted into the dirt wall…

Jubilee

A leaf breaks through the rainy mist and spirals to the gravel. “Nick, look!” Bria’s gaze follows the rock face up to where its peak hides in the fog.

Old Dog, New Tricks

As soon as Alan Baker walked through the door, he knew he was in trouble. There was a less-than-subtle sign…

Shilling

Maryn concentrated on the feeling of his touch, the cool sensation that passed over her skin…