Mud by Fiona Goggin
“He’s mugged you … he’s mugged you,” my driving instructor notes as cars overtake me again and again. “Were you bullied at school?” he asks me, his lightness of tone…
“He’s mugged you … he’s mugged you,” my driving instructor notes as cars overtake me again and again. “Were you bullied at school?” he asks me, his lightness of tone…
The sun was coming up as I reached the Atchafalaya Basin and I stopped on the elevated stretch of highway cutting through the swamp to watch nature showing off. Mist…
Beachcombed my way through the rainbow of greys, pocketing only the most beautiful: pinkish-greys and mauvish-greys, round and cold and smooth and heavy. Found something perfect in the tideline, where…
In the schoolyard, we see two children squared off. They stand only feet apart, staring at one another with what could be malicious intent. They either look into one another’s face…
Father used to call me a cry-baby, back when it was warm and tears flowed. But this weather, cruel and relentless, has hardened us all. Another record-breaking winter: the tenth…
My best friend told me I was an angel yet to be undone. I’ve lost everything. My parents, my home, and my keys on a regular basis. * I woke…
To honor the spider, leave flowers at the destructed remains of her trapdoor: lilies, hyacinth, and gladioluses. Let no other spider live in the wake; the cornhusk of her body…
‘You! I’ll no tell ye again about sleeping here. This is Government property! Come on! Move!’ The young policeman stood, hands on hips, just inside a half-demolished cellar with an…
I read in the alumni magazine that this girl who I’d had a threesome with had died. Though I hadn’t thought of her in years, instantly I saw her face.…
His eyes were red. That’s the first thing I saw. I had wandered off from camp to have a smoke; Janine hates that I still indulge. After the blow-up we…
“So, you’re moving away soon, huh?” Jessica said. “Yeah,” Todd said. “To a place where it never gets dark?” “Not for six months, it doesn’t,” Todd said. “We leave tomorrow.”…
“De-liz-ee-oh-so” you gush, cod-Italian dripping from your treacherous lips. You lick your fingers one by one for emphasis, an erotic parody. I give a warm, spicy smile. “Just a little…