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“Hurricane Girl” by Andrea Marcusa

You remember the hurricane barreling toward the Connecticut coast when you were eight. And the rain pouring down the gutters, slamming the screens so you had to close all the windows. You remember the news updates, sirens at noon, and how the rain stopped, a muggy mist descended, and a quiet settled as the storm surge rose and pushed up…

“Grinding Teeth” by Louella Lester

Jay wasn’t a distraction at all. I wasn’t able to see him through the classroom door if I bent to the right angle. He didn’t pretend he didn’t see me. I didn’t sit up straight pushing my chest forward. He didn’t have thick black hair that shone blue despite the florescent lights. We didn’t share roll-your-own cigarettes out at the…

“Dept. of Imagination” by Phebe JewelL

“Don’t tell your father,” Mom would say, folding a lottery ticket and slipping it into her purse. Poor people’s tax, Dad scoffed every time he spotted the Washington State Lottery’s “Dept. of Imagination” logo. He never bought a ticket, but Mom stopped by the counter under the four-leaf-clover banner when it was just the two of us. Another of our…

“Memories of a Gun” by Diane Payne

1.My sister and I were reminiscing about the shithole days when Dad picked up a knife and threatened to stab all of us at the dinner table, and, when playing a board game, he picked up a gun, and pushed it against our heads. 2.Years ago, before guns were everywhere, I remember walking over to a neighbor’s trailer and having…

“Transients” by Dave Alcock

As usual, he’d collected her from the station and they were driving through the countryside on their way to the coast. “I’m leaving,” she said. He glanced at her. “Okay. Let’s make the most of today.” He looked through the windscreen at the white van ahead of them and saw the scroll of shadows that raced across the back of…

“Hollows” By Tommy Dean

We’re lying in the middle of a cracked country road, fireflies blinking a message we’re too human to understand. The gravel is hot on my shoulders, the sweat gathering and pasting the grit from the tarmac on my elbows and calves. My chest heaves from chasing you earlier, my throat raw from yelling your name. One look at the way…