Short Story
The Kings of Norway
They all were going around trying to prove themselves, litigating the case for their own worth: Look at me, look at me, look at me—I matter, don’t I?
Harmless Are the Harvestmen We Don’t Let In
Who is there? I called when a spell of quiet passed, though I already had my guess, an automated sighting notice having gone out last week.
Boys into Men, and Men into Monsters, While I Am Home With the Girls
When you disappeared, three nights ago, I told them you were up north, visiting your mother. Why should I tell them different?
A Packing List for the End of the World
I decide to put the plant in the ground the next time we stop, to insist that something I’ve loved will survive me.
The Encroachment of Waking Life
The man in the fur hat warned me things might be different after we crossed the time barrier—that my presence might confound, even frighten those who’d forgotten me.
Con Suerte He Will Sleep Another Hour
Her mother had never curved a cool hand around Marilinda’s cheek and promised, Mijita, your life will be swollen with love.
The Cost of Dehaunting
“I don’t believe in ghosts, but you have a reputation for helping troubled properties.”
Tell Me What You Think of Me
I knew how these small moments could accumulate over time, threading back to one another, changing how you behaved in the world.
How to Move Through the Dark
The day the women left, Clary followed her mother to the water’s edge. She would’ve followed her under, too, if the other daughters hadn’t been there to hold her back.
If You Don’t Mind the Drowning
There are times you have legs. Mostly, you do not. You smile with teeth grown sharp from gnawing at chains that refuse to release.