Paper and Wings Burn Brightest at Eight Fifteen
Misao smushed the butt of her cigarette into an orange ashtray sat at the very center of a city of paper. Skyscrapers, like the ones in America, probably, of half-graded essays and sloping homes of redded-out chicken scratch mottled the grand blueprint of her rusting desk.
Sustenance
I didn’t know what to do so I stayed silent. He took my arm and raised it to his full lips, kissed the delicate skin there, licked it and left a trail of warmth and saliva. He opened his mouth. He bit down.
Elliot
Nearly every night for the past two weeks, Joseph Hall has had the same dream. He’s visiting a hospital room that is always a little too cold and a little too gray. He’s sitting with Elliot, laughing over something that doesn’t matter.
She Who Hears the Suffering of the World
Everything here was new, from this country to her husband, to her baby. Everything except Mei.
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