FICTION
Sarande - 1. Vitok
Some things every man knows. Like if she has highlights, she will be high-maintenance. Some things not every man knows. Like how Miss high-maintenance will rock your world.
Justice Comes on Wednesday: Don
Follow the bend by the river and there's the old train station, the one folks would rather forget about.
Abingdon
We shot each other in the leg twice a while back, and I guess you could say we bonded over it. The first bullet was mutual stupidity, the kind that arrives wearing flip-flops and carrying a six-pack of IPAs.
The Ohds - 1. The Office
The blinking resolved into a tight cylindrical formation, moving far too fast. The room went quiet except for the soft hum of the servers. Rafi's eyes were wide, half thrill, half disbelief. Jackson folded her arms. "So what is it?" Luis leaned back in his chair, exhaled. "Sweet mimini from Bimini," he said. "That's an alien spacecraft."
The Mango Chronicles - 1. Room 7
Linda was, against all odds and despite every inch of common sense, moved. Not in the weepy Hallmark way, but in the way an old pinball machine lights up when you finally hit that one impossible bumper and it makes a noise like an orgasm at a demolition derby.
Magnus Vinter
He arrives the way old memories arrive, through the space where the idea of a door hangs. Magnus Vinter. Or what's left of him.
Raymond
If I were your ex she said, smooth as glass, you wouldn't be thinking about quitting.
Eleanor
“For Eleanor—may every fold find its wings.” The words hit like a skipped heartbeat. He’d seen that line before, scrawled on the back of a photograph his mother mailed him years ago, the one of a woman in a white apron, arms crossed, wearing one white glove, standing in front of a New York liquor store under the 59th Street Bridge.
La Guerre Finit Quand On Danse
The devil's mouth is the whole goddamn world tonight, and the music is whatever keeps her feet moving.