Synethesia by Len Kuntz
My brothers hear burgundy, while I hear ochre, yet it’s a wonder we can hear at all.
The Goldfish by James Norcliffe
I did not like Gloria. I sensed her disapproval and responded in kind. She aspired to be the perfect hostess, so I was a particular challenge.
In the Fishbowl by Hun Ohm
In her fingers my sister held a spoon, and in its bowl the spoon held a goldfish, which in turn held its breath as it beheld the dry world in its shiny, unblinking eyes.
Them Naming Me Trespasser by Marissa Hoffmann
Before I was lying on my front in my own piss at the edge of the platform, I was standing on the tracks facing that freight train.
Watch Us Go by Jessica Barksdale
My parents named all our cars: Wilfred, Arthur, Barnie. By the time my father bought the Volkswagen squareback, no one was in the mood to name anything but death.