Stories from
August, 2021

Every time we meet you ask if I got new glasses. I thought we were better friends than that.

Alisa Golden tries not to make a spectacle of herself.

White rose petals, glasses of wine, a fading sunset—holding your hand through the streets of Paris, I knew I should’ve left you long ago.

Daniel Boyko is a writer. 

When he couldn’t find the remote, he thought, damn, she took that too.

Dorothy Kollat is a writer in Southern California and author of Broken Pieces.