Kate Cayley There was a small bathroom off of the gym changeroom. Grace knew it was almost never used. It was behind a beige door between two rows of lockers, and it only had three cubicles. The bathroom was L-shaped, the cubicles facing the sinks and mirrors, and then a corner that ended in a...
Emilie Kneifel the first yearsĀ they fumbled through the office door, always late, always elbowing each other as they rush-brushed their teeth before they plopped in the chair. a boy and his older sister, who was the moon to his moving car: always behind, same angle, same distance. emily would...
Johnny Alvarez When I first read it, I think itās a mistake. I think Iām groggy, mentally displaced, as I often am at this hour. I open it in bed, staring not at the envelope as I tear it, but out my window to far-off Baker Beach. Itās a shitty, grey Bay day, but a few persistent souls have...
Naomi Arden Paragas Pasatiempo āTell me a ghost story,ā I ask, curled in bed with my Naynay Rosie. Itās our first night in the Philippines, the first time sheās seen me since I was three. Night crawls over Manila. Our hotel room is sixty stories high, overlooking the city. Even from up...
Chris Slater Youāve been dead three weeks and itās time to clean out your trailer. Sun glints gold off the dangling leaves. The sky faded denim. I could think of a hundred things Iād rather do today. A thousand. At least Brianās working too. Itās silent up here in the boonies, no horns or...
Clara Otto Iām looking at my window when I realize there might not be anything special about it. I had always thought that it would reveal somethingāabout the way dull senses wake up, without explanation, after years of monotony, or why walking down your childhood street can evoke a deep and...
