Fiction
Krysta Rodriguez reads “Agate Beach,” a story by Molly Giles
Ingeborg Riedmaier reads “We Knew a World,” a story by Jennifer Solheim
We were out of heroin and broke. Didn’t have pills. Nothing to drink or huff. “I’ve got a plan,” I said.
Deven Kolluri reads “The Gun Goes Off…,” a story by Ian Baaske
We hadn’t talked since we left our West Virginia homeplace over two hours ago, both of us teary-eyed
It was around noon on a spring day in the month of May when Ms. Abedi appeared at the intersection of Shahrara and Sattar Khan Streets on the west side of Tehran.
There’s an infiltration in the group. I sense it. I see it a mile away.
This is how we play the game: pink means kissing; red means tongue.
Your affair with Connie Gervais starts the way you imagine most do.