Me and Barnaby, Alone by Travis Flatt
For the week after the shipwreck, the Strongman and I lived off bananas, but he got sick off some tropical bug from bad stream water he guzzled uncooked.
Background Noise by Peter DeMarco
Henry lived inside the lie of the film set. He was an actor, not really an actor, but an extra.
Kingfisher by Rebecca Croser
My husband and I have our backs to the sea, fixed as we are on the puzzle. Plywood, 527 pieces, laser-cut with bird whimsies.
Shit Brick by Jack Barrie
Shit brick. That’s what my cousin Harry called it. He’s from Oxford. Nice down there. All the brick that way has a lovely gold-cream color to it, but I like our shit brick better.
Otto’s Palooza by Alyssa Aung
Mavis Slaughterhouse was fifteen years older than us, a greying redhead and a former professional wrestler once known as Crimson Slaughter.