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Glory

Glory - story

Lesley Nneka Arimah

When Glory’s parents christened her Glorybetogod Ngozi Akunyili, they did not foresee Facebook’s “real name” policy, nor the weeks she would spend populating forms and submitting copies of her bills and driver’s license and the…

The Dead

The Dead - story

James Joyce

Lily, the caretaker’s daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground floor and helped him off with his overcoat than…

The Tree of Knowledge

The Tree of Knowledge - story

Henry James

I It was one of the secret opinions, such as we all have, of Peter Brench that his main success in life would have consisted in his never having committed himself about the work, as it…

Leaving the Meadows

Leaving the Meadows - story

Megan Staffel

Two people came through the double glass doors of a twelve-story brick building and walked along the chain link fence to the parking lot. The tall, gray-haired man guided the short, white-haired woman by her…

The Problem with Moving

The Problem with Moving - story

Jessica Hollander

 One move leads to another move, and nowhere feels as good as you want it to feel; your childhood feels wrong, and this place feels wrong, and the next place feels wrong, and so you…

Words to Live By

Words to Live By - story

Aimee LaBrie

He’s confused. Too shy. His sister died of leukemia when he was thirteen. He’s not over his wife yet. He’s intimidated by your sarcastic sense of humor. You’re smarter than he is and he can’t…

You Are the Bad Smell

You Are the Bad Smell - story

Kathy Anderson

“This isn’t the one,” she said, laying her hand on my arm. As if she was really sorry. “Stick a fork in me. I’m done,” I said. “No. You’re just upset. You thought this was…

Astronomical Objects

Astronomical Objects - story

Liz Prato

My lover’s fingers are long. When he stretches them out, they bow in the middle. When they bend, he can span five frets. He sits on the wide window sill, the guitar resting on his…

Waiting

Waiting - story

Jessica Treat

He comes into the café, eyes peering over his glasses, obviously in search of someone. And then because I am sitting with only time in front of me— Are you—? I nod. He hasn’t said…

Uno

Uno - story

Eileen Pollack

The first time Heloise saw Mitch, he was standing beside the vending machines in the hospital cafeteria, angular and fresh in his puckery clean white scrubs. She had come in for a Coke and chips,…