Girl Friends by Lynn Steger Strong We shaved my head out on the roof, not even noticing the hair would fall down to the porch until it did. She noticed; she looked proud later when my roommates got angry. They didn’t like her. We’d made her, she and I, without their knowing, an extra set of keys.
Sunday Stories: “In series”
In series by Amir Adam Nafs The stuff melts. The stuff sets. This week, the gibbous rim of the Greater Lake has pulled in and out of form. In lots, water stands in potholes all day, clots into black ice overnight, then re-bleeds into the asphalt by noon. It rains, it snows, then it falls as some chimera—first a wintery mix, then hail the size of clenched fists.
Sunday Stories: “Gordon’s Revenge”
Gordon’s Revenge by Duncan Birmingham The plan was to meet at a coffee shop on Miracle Mile. He arrived early and was surprised to find her already there and looking more or less like her photos. They exchanged an awkward smile and an even more awkward hug. Thank god she was the right height, more or less.
Sunday Stories: “Run”
Run by Brandon Taylor Run, Miriam tells herself. Run. Speed has always come easily to Miriam. As a girl, she was the fastest person in any grade in her elementary school. It was a simple thing to run. She fixed her eyes on some point in the distance and ran toward it. She did not know about running form, had no way of knowing that a person’s body could be made to run in anyway except for the way that […]
Sunday Stories: “Everyday Apotheosis”
Everyday Apotheosis (or Apotheosis Every Day) by Hawa Allan Like a conductor leading a sonata, she spreads the knife back and forth, presides over the union of organic peanut butter and multi-grain bread. This solemn spackling forms part of her daily practice of self-love, of doing unto herself as she wishes others would do unto her in order to open her heart to the universe or something like that. She reads O Magazine.
Sunday Stories: “Normal Stigmata”
Normal Stigmata by David Leo Rice Bog Day The entire population of our town processes out to Meyers Pond, more properly known as the Bog of Christian Iconography, on June 1, as it does every year exactly on this day. They have come to witness the Sacrifice of the Unholy Son of the Mayor, from within the womb of the Witch, herself also to be Sacrificed. The majority of the townspeople sit in lawn chairs on the shoreline while […]
Sunday Stories: “The New Year’s Resolution”
The New Year’s Resolution by Laurence Klavan The city was so quiet, it seemed uninhabited. It had been this way ever since the wealthy became the only ones who could afford to live there, the wealthy from other countries who deigned to drop in on their way to their apartments in London or Moscow or Beijing (the homeless being the only ones who shared the city with them). New Year’s Day was especially quiet, Abigail thought; even the rich who […]
Sunday Stories: “Stop procrastinating and start your own food business”
Stop procrastinating and start your own food business by Lucie Britsch That was the name of the course. Stop procrastinating and start your own food business. Ok! I will! I thought, and I might have even punched the air, but no jumping I hadn’t realised that was what I was doing but who was I to argue with this guy. This guy in his plaid shirt with his rugged beard holding a wooden crate on his shoulder like he knew […]