7 STEPS TO A SUCCESSFUL APOLOGY – The Hopkins Review
horrible cunt hope u burn in Hell wth hitler
The text bubble glowed in the dark bedroom. Nicole had been shocked out of sleep by the phone beeping and shuddering against the glass nightstand. She blinked at the small screen: 3:14 AM and an unfamiliar area code.
THE SINK – J Journal
Finally it was our turn for the bathroom. The four of us—me, Julie, and the two guys we’d just met—crammed onto the square of grimy tiles between the sink, the claw-foot bathtub covered in dust, and the ancient pull-chain toilet.
THE STOPOVER – Green Mountains Review
Nominated for a 2013 Pushcart Prize
Mother shit zhopa fucking blei sosat stinking kibbutz, thought Ulya as her green stilettos kept lodging in the soil of the cabbage field. But what was she supposed to do? Go to her nightly tryst in work boots?
MEETING FRANZ – Lilith
In the kitchen, Ziva peered through the oven window. Back when her mother made cookies, ovens didn’t have windows. Her mother would have to open the door and take a peek before her glasses steamed up.
SPRING ON THE WEST BANK – Descant
Gilad, who only a few hours ago was practicing Beethoven in the kibbutz dining hall, now sweltered in the back of an army truck that was careening down a hill to avoid getting hit by Coke bottles filled with gasoline.
KING & BALLOON – Harpur Palate
The day that ensured I could never go back to God began with a hat.