Framing Fantasies

Isabelle tried about sixty different arrangements before she finally settled on how to place the pictures of her and her madre in the 100-picture frame. The pics where she was youngest were in the center, and she got progressively older in each row until she reached the present in the frame’s outer edges. She stepped... Continue Reading →

Audience Participation

Part sixteen of Misplaced Fire There were footsteps behind them. The man from the shop was now on the roof. Nesrin and Ceylan’s eyes turned black, Dinah showed her fangs, and Aravis huffed through her nose and stomped her foot. The man said, in a woman’s voice, “I see we’re nearing a boiling point.” The... Continue Reading →

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