The first week of my first year of veterinary school started in mid-August but our first big anatomy exam was not until the beginning of October. For those seven weeks, I had thought I was doing okay. Or perhaps pretended is a better word. I probably knew everything was not fine, though from the distance …
The movie ended at 8:35 pm. It had rained outside and the asphalt shone like sepia glass under the lots’ sodium streetlamps as Robin and George walked to their car. The fresh air offered a welcome reprieve from the nicotine-clouded theater. They had seen C—, a romantic drama up for several awards that year. Robin …
After the hysterectomy, Katrina couldn’t shake the feeling that she was pregnant. Impossible, she knew, but it didn’t change the heaviness of her breasts and the warm knot in her pelvis. Women in online forums had warned her that the surgery might leave her feeling sexless, even castrated, but so far the opposite was true. …
Once again Vera would lay down Sunday dinner for her son Henry on her mahogany table with its gold inlaid border that had begun to show the table’s age. She would think of all the Sunday dinners, the weeks and months and years, in soups she had simmered, made fragrant with carrots and onions, bay …
Although the issue in your hands (this might be true, it might not; after all, you could be reading this on your phone or you could be reading it on desktop monitor, but the basic idea of intimacy still holds, I hope) is the third and final issue of 2019, the revitalization of Story began …