Bunny by Nina Fosati
Most people won’t buy land that borders the Thruway, but her father sees opportunity. He builds a home close by. His oldest daughter, Macy, strides down the road. Crumbled asphalt and dirt…
Most people won’t buy land that borders the Thruway, but her father sees opportunity. He builds a home close by. His oldest daughter, Macy, strides down the road. Crumbled asphalt and dirt…
This Christmas, when I arrive home from uni, your dad will greet me – ‘the boy genius’ – with an awkward shoulder squeeze in my own hallway. I will jerk away and…
The tower glistens ahead of me, its bright light shimmering against the waters. It’s a quiet place, on the edge of the world, far from anything I’m familiar with. Unattainable. But it…
The two boys were hunkered down in the corner of the school yard, sticker albums at their feet, searching through each other’s pile of swapsies. Nearby, their mates were kicking a football…
I remember her with the clarity of a panic-ridden mind amped up on caffeine and a shot of undiluted desperation. That is to say, I remember her well. It was the evening…
Two aliens held up one plastic shopping bag apiece. During the day, flocks of bags would bluster around in the scorching breeze, filling the sky enough to provide a permanent pattern of…
The homeless man took a hit of crystal meth and let the drug do its thing. He was instantly happy, a false happy, but happy nonetheless. He smiled a goofy smile at…
I scroll down the list. Four bed detached – too much space. Cottage in half acre of land – too isolated. Two bed terraced – my finger hovers then taps the screen.…
The custom in Belmont when they upgrade a piece of furniture or a domestic appliance or an exercise machine, or they have to move across the country for work and can take…
You think about all the things your sister has stolen from you: the knee-high My Little Pony socks, the necklace with the interlocking swan charms, Gavin Darling right before semi-formal, your car…
I reappear in the corner booth of an old-fashioned diner on East 42nd and 3rd. The ruby red kiss of a previous patron lingers on my cup like a cherry ghost. A…
My six-year-old daughter wants a pet. No, she needs a pet –her words, not mine. As much as I love dogs, I’m not a pet person. Not at this point in my…