Fiction

Bugsy

The videos were different from anything I’d ever seen. Rope, leather, buckles, straitjackets, Lycra, latex, gas masks, ball gags. The women had ideas and Vanessa let them act the ideas out.

The Hazards of Carpooling

This was a real friend. Like old times—better times. When your chip bags spilled over and your idols reeked and all your friends tried to kill you.

ADMN

Fate gives the enigmatic-yet-still-relatable protagonist the good partnering fortune she deserves.

You Shouldn’t Be Here

I see now that I’m synecdochic for every institution she’s felt pinched by, every older person she’s felt used by. She wants to summon what little power she has left and ruin.

Supporting Details

There was, I thought, a type of man who’d frequent a bathhouse. This turned out to be ignorance.

From How Deep Was That Sound?

In the middle of the night, the train makes one of many stops in a small town whose name appears written in a dream alphabet.

The Junket

I am now one of a small number of people to have actually seen The Four in the flesh. Well, not quite the flesh.

Beanstalk Country

“This is meant to be the loneliest part of the ride.”

Accident Waiting to Happen

They had only been married a year and she knew with absolute certainty that his mother would blame her for this.

I Know You Are You, and Real

Now, what wouldn’t I give to swim in my sister’s dirt?