Last Days of Summer, 2019
Darya Pavlovna was tired. So tired it felt like there was sand in her eyes and she rubbed at them constantly with the backs of her wrists...
The Transitive Property of Black Sheep
We are the black sheep, Lydia and I. At least, that’s what Grandma said the last night in the beach house, during the storm that kept us...
This Story is Not About You
You are 14 years old, the only daughter of your mother and father, spending the two defining teenage years of your life in the middle of...
Sneak
You stand in front of your closet, frantically tearing articles of clothing from their hangers and laying them on your bed, your heart...
Terminal Velocity
It is hot. The sun is bearing down on you—a simmering eighty degrees, unusual for September in upstate New York—and it feels like a...
At Sea
Life suddenly flowed all around her. Girls, girl-colors: pink, blue, white, black. Hair flicking and flashing, laughs and gasps and the glow
Stains
EVERY MORNING SINCE THEY MET, Vanessa’s asked him for eggs. Usually scrambled, occasionally sunny-side up. He had never made eggs before....
The Little Macaroon
BUSTLING, ALWAYS BUSTLING. The candy shop a few blocks from Francesca’s apartment on Calle Mayor was always filled with people—locals,...
Bedroom Door
JANIE FIRST CLOSES HER BEDROOM DOOR when she is twelve because her family has just moved into their new house. She has a new room and a...
A Biography Devours Itself
As I grew older and relearned how to eat, I fell in love with a number of men and women who were always so thin I felt they could replace me
