Short Story
We Are the Flare
The house erupted faster than it should, but that’s the trouble with dancing on somebody else’s hurt.
A Seller of Luxury Hair Products in a Texas Shopping Mall Recounts the Wealth of Natural Springs in His Home Country
My mother’s favorite spring has water that reflects her beauty more honestly than a front-facing camera.
Some Girls
Some women attract deadbeats; others, their fathers. Isn’t it possible, then, for some women to attract gay guys?
Music, Night
One didn’t come all this way in the careful study of the instrument to play it safe.
An Instrument of the Heart
Though Zya had been too young to recognize it as unusual, she could remember the first time Rania had washed her brain.
Hyung
They weren’t shaped in the same image he had of the older Korean boys Jacob had not seen since he left, these hyungs who towered over Jacob still.
The New Grandma
Good mothers don’t lose composure, she thought, even if an asteroid is heading at them, they don’t loosen screen time limits or miss piano lessons.
The Living Structures
Suddenly a heart beat inside its concrete shell. It was a murmur, a light and irregular thing, so faint that I wondered if it was real.
Sister Machinery
Here was the situation: Pearl belonged to Ba, Em belonged to Ma, and I belonged to my sisters.