by Phillip Knyphausen My cousin Toto texted me at the start of February. It was all in German and he spelled my name wrong. I had only met him once before, at my uncle’s funeral in Mainz. In a tall black tailcoat, he approached me by the chapel. We talked…
by Christian Linville Circling above O’Hare in the afternoon sky, the aircraft trembled as it passed through the shifting waves of air. Kara smoothed the wrinkles of her blue skirt, crossing her legs in the dim cabin as the aircraft descended. While she felt the nakedness of her ring finger,…