by Nolo Segundo My friend Marco and I went out to for lunch, toa ramshackle little place, but my friend told methe food was great—and it was! Three differentchicken curries, a lovely lamb korma, with a half-dozen veggies, and mango drinks to wash it down. I suppose we visited the…
by Joshua Gessner (This story contains a dead body.) “It’s weird to see a dead one up close.” Those words felt wrong. All dirty and naked; they were almost like a baby. When it first comes out, wailing and red, pretty but in a gross way. I don’t recall Jane…
by E.J. Fawn A girl stands before me, donning a cobalt-colored dress. She turns to me silently, eclipsed in the typhoon of sundry blues, “Does this look good?” She asks me, hair fashioned in buns uneven. This girl is my friend, so frankly, I tell her no. The dress—we admire—has…