Love
Black Challenger
Before my first real bartending job, I had worked a small liquor bar inside a mom-and-pop Italian restaurant. It was not much of a bar. More like a side altar to liquor. A few bottles, a short menu, not enough customers to make real money, but enough to learn the shape of the thing.
By Alejandro Arango3 months ago in Fiction
True Love
Marco paced the pristine white linoleum tiles of the hospital floor. He held his hands behind his back, his nails digging little crescent-shaped grooves into his palms. He tried to breathe—he kept telling himself to breathe—but he struggled to as images of what was happening beyond those double-doors invaded his mind.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
The Lunchbox
Connor Every day, Conner looked forward to lunch. He sat alone in the cafeteria, as always. Making lunches with his mother used to be one of favorite things to do with her. Every evening, before bed, they would go through cookbooks and recipe blogs. Elaborate lunches. Â Sometimes elaborate, sometimes simple.
By Sama Habib3 months ago in Fiction
Cathedral of Asphalt
When she left, the apartment got louder. Not with sound. With absence. The kind that sits in the corners and waits for you to notice it. The kind that turns a coffee cup into evidence and a jacket on a chair into a ghost. For a month I worked and came home and let the evenings happen to me. I took long showers, standing under the hot water until the mirror fogged and the room blurred and I could almost pretend I had no face, no history, no ache following me from room to room.
By Alejandro Arango3 months ago in Fiction
