The Frequency
I set the stack of papers on my desk. Each sheet listed the diagnosis of a patient; my brain lingered over each, committing them to memory. “Joe Forest: small laceration lining his heart. Minsy Daylor:…
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This story contains sensitive content CW: Sexual content The taste hit first—bitter kola nut crushed between the back teeth. Dry, tannic, grounding. Tashnia sat at the edge of the couch with the shell tucked…
Boone
Sound, in the true desert, is a force that catches you unawares always. In the bleakness of sand and scrub a shack adjoins a small house with two horses tied to a hitching post leaning…
You First
The wrappers were still warm between them, sitting like a peace treaty on the dashboard. Aaron unwrapped his sandwich with the kind of slow, deliberate care usually reserved for diffusing a bomb. She loved that…
The Glow That God Lit
“Are you there, God?” The words were barely a whisper, escaping Anaya’s trembling lips like steam off a cup left too long in the cold. She sat on the bathroom floor, knees tucked to…