From a young age, Marion understood that seeing is believing. She showed off so that people would believe in her.
My Grandpa Helps Me Pick Socks to Wear to His One Year Mass
"What about these purple argyles? I bought them the day you died. I was sent out to find black socks for you to wear in the casket," I told him, frowning at a hole in one of the toes.
The Thirteenth Month
For all intents and purposes, let’s set the record clear that I wasn’t intentionally trying to break anyone’s heart.
Thirty
He said, I can't imagine that. Living somewhere they don't speak my language. I said I couldn't either.
Breaking the Canon: Interview with K-Ming Chang, Sudden Fiction Guest Judge & Author of Bestiary
Something about flash fiction and short fiction is just so ripe with experimentation and with breaking boundaries and for kind of completely turning on its head what a story can look like.
To Bask
A woman on the middle floor of the old Florida condo opens a sliding-glass door...
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The Smell of Dirt
I think there’s something about a funeral at midday, in the dead heat of summer. Something cruel and primal about the way the big glass windows of the chapel look out onto the grass lawn, where children at day camp are playing stickball and laughing and calling each other names.
Fitting Rooms
I heard the sliding door of the bathroom creak before she opened the shower curtain a crack and looked inside. We made eye contact, and I didn’t say anything.
Shirt
I am 100% silk. Please be careful with me! I catch easily on sharp things like hangnails or jewelry or a leaf blowing in the wind. Even a very harsh word or a mildly harsh word or a word like sure. There is no sure in shirt—it just sounds like it.
BERKELEY FICTION REVIEW 