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| By Anu Kandikuppa

[ Issue Issue #13 ]

Grandmother

The fat engulfed Mrs. Parathy. It settled around her gold bracelets like a soft brown sludge, bulged out of her sleeves, puffed up around the straps of the expensive, gem-studded slippers she owned by the dozen, made it difficult to walk. Walking was already hard, a slow advance through the overstuffed rooms of her flat, …

| By Vida James

[ Issue Issue #13 ]

Belonging in Gray

The guard opens a dating app during lunch and that’s where he sees the boy. His hair is a shaggy loose curl and his skin is brown like dry soil. He has a tiny scar on his face—a line across his cheekbone. The guard messages him something like, wyd? But what he wants to say …

| By Tamara Dean

[ Issue Issue #13 ]

Our Prospects

After Thanksgiving, when our work slowed, we found a fake Christmas tree in the stockroom. We took it to the breakroom and tag-teamed its assembly, removing limbs from the box, passing them around, attaching them to the trunk. We hummed a carol but stopped when we found a clump of plastic greenery that didn’t belong. …

| By Michael Nye

[ Issue Issue #12 ]

Autumn 2021

To read this introduction, please purchase a copy of issue #12 or subscribe to the magazine. The autumn 2021 issue will ship in November.  

| By Ernie Wang

[ Issue Issue #12 ]

Manual for Wrestling

Actually, the most formidable wrestlers of the 1971 Hungarian National Team were not the heavyweights, but Istvan and Gabor, the two lightest on the roster. While preparing for Munich the following summer, after pummeling his practice partner, Istvan would cheap-shot him in the ribs when the coaches walked away. In the changing room, Gabor would …

| By Ernie Wang

[ Issue Issue #12 ]

A Mask of Our Own

Twenty years ago, the summer I turned twenty-four, I got a job playing Sebastian the Crab at Disney World. I was coming off a terrible breakup, and I had recently been laid off from my job as a forensics analyst, so I welcomed the opportunity to hide behind a crab mask for a while, until …

| By Corinna Vallianatos

[ Issue Issue #12 ]

Something in Common

The light here, when it’s right, when it’s not a smog-smudged gray, is extraordinarily beautiful, the long, wavery lines of the mountains like water stains on paper. I’m visiting my daughter where she lives near Los Angeles. She seems on edge around me, as if there’s something broken in the next room and she really …

| By Sharon Pomerantz

[ Issue Issue #12 ]

Three Women

We did meet once in person, the spring of ’96, when I spent a week with my friend Angelica in Santa Cruz. On my last day, the three of us went for a walk along West Cliff Drive. My glances at him were only peripheral, my attention drawn to the surf spots and dog beaches, …

| By Molly Patterson

[ Issue Issue #12 ]

Real Life

The line through customs moves quickly. A miracle, Frannie thinks, as she retrieves her luggage and exits through the doors into the main part of the airport. The space is all curved lines and gleaming surfaces, black and white everywhere but the seats, which are cushioned in a bright, fiddle-fern green. From the plane, she …

| By Richard Mirabella

[ Issue Issue #12 ]

The Green Coat

Augusto and Paul stood on a front lawn in a cloud of basement odors, searching through old things. They loved a sale. Augusto ran his fingers over the wrinkled spines of horror novels and mysteries, and Paul wanted dishware from his grandmother’s heyday, if he could find it. The sun burned Augusto’s scalp, but he …