Tell the Mothers We’re Ready by DS Levy
Her room’s sunny and warm, pleasant. Outside: -10 degrees. Ma’s wearing a blouse I bought her for Mother’s Day. Blue and lavender, with tiny violets, her favorite.
The Silence Factory by Dan A. Cardoza
Just about anyone would say they don’t understand my chosen vocation. Just quit, it’s as simple as that. Besides you are much too young to work.
Held by Daryl Scroggins
Even as a child she wanted to lie still in places so close to human routines as to be invisible. Places that offered a vaguely alarming anonymity.
Renata in Cage C by Sanjana Raghavan
Renata digs her thong out of her ass crack, brushes glitter on her boobs, and gets into Cage C, which is a respectable distance from the stage.
Laws of the Wasteland by Sarah Daniels
Mikey’s pink tongue laps at the blood from his nose. In the long-shadowed afternoon we trudge, weighed down by books, and sports kit, and the coats we’ve shed to fit this week’s trend.