Fiction

The Bed

After, when mom and I went home, everything felt too small. You don’t really know what to do with your body afterwards...

Wish You Were Here

I feel like I want to apologize for the quality of these postcards. I wish they had been better ones, and that I could have sent you images of sunsets and palm trees and dazzling flamingos.

The Bees

It was the first week into her second trimester, and here she was, smoking a cigarette and filling her stomach with bees.