Stories from
August, 2018

To her the infant weighed more than the vanished father, a silhouette, larger with each pseudo inhalation—a porcelain doll, its eyes closed.

Rees Sweeten isn’t full of peanut butter. He has a salty, acquired taste.

He was relieved to survive the end of the world. She was relieved she hadn’t. They met in the afterlife and wondered which of them was real.

Siobhan Rosenthal lives in New Zealand in a campervan. She likes hot showers and doesn’t get them enough.

Years later, they met for a coffee. She complimented his hair and he asked about her son. Outside, invisible birds twittered in the trees.

Hasen Hull (@HzHull) enjoys long journeys.