She likes to commemorate bad situations with tattoos. This time it was an ambigram on her wrist that reads “I’m fine” or “Save me” depending on how you look at it.
I’m Fine or Save Me by Robert Lopez & Eva Ruiz
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Issue #12
Separations by Sudha Balagopal
Nina finds her six-year-old twins in a tangle of skinny limbs on the same bed. Today, they’ll go into separate classrooms.
Forgotten by Jo Davies
He’d been under the stairs for years, forgotten and neglected. This wasn’t what his family had envisaged when they’d sold him.
Bone Deep by Anita Goveas
No-one’s sure what going to happen next. Today, its ‘acids and bases’. They’ve dipped litmus paper into milk and ketchup and written down the results.
The Mechanics of Reincarnation by C.E. Shue
But the woman seems so nice. She reminds Jenny of her mother, and her mother always taught her to be polite to old people.
The Boy with the Glass Eye by Stacy Trautwein Burns
The boy with the glass eye was back. His third time that week. He popped his eye from its socket, twiddled it between fingers the way a magician would a coin.
My Mother in the Floorboards by Leonora Desar
My mother said she would haunt me. And she did. She haunted. She haunted in the floor.
Los Muertos by Tommy Dean
The car—a black shadow—not there a second before, weaved drunkenly toward the mailbox, before eclipsing the end of their driveway, veering toward the other side of the road.
The Easy Way by Michelle Ross
All their life together, his wife has denounced the gadgets he’s acquired. The pole that extends to sweep ceiling cobwebs: they own a ladder.
She’s the morning after the night before feeling by Laura Tansley
In February we got a new roommate, her name was Fiona.
Climax by Traci Skuce
Marilyn is in her office, on the floor, yoga mat spread beneath her, engaging her psoas.
30-Minute Backrub in Chinatown by David Galef
The waist-high table is narrow as a cot in a child’s room, your arms dangling on either side, head cushioned in a soft hole fringed by a paper towel like a doily over a well.
Playing Pretend by Jacalyn Eis
You see him watching her – the dapper little boy dressed like a pre-school banker, in his navy blazer, a blue bow tie, and his blond hair combed smoothly to the side.
On Her Finger by Jason Jackson
You’d been watching him sleep, his head resting on his arms at the table, but now he was unfolding himself like some sun-woken, hibernating creature.
A Lamb at the Dinner Table by Robert Scotellaro
Ben was back. Anew. Which was something of an oxymoron, but he was back dating again, and he was a new man.