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Read and view the work of artists from Previous Issues.
Read and view the work of artists from Previous Issues.
“Shut the fuck up!” I say. She’s alphabetizing all my slights. I threaten to rip her cord out of the wall. Order her to dial my husband’s mobile. She hovers there glowing purple. Like the color of kings or a plastic plum. “Echo? Echo? Echo!?” I yell. Then, restart her
It’s always the end of days in Florida. I lived abroad since I was sixteen, washing up in different ports across the globe until I found my way back with Jeremiah. Don’t let the bright sunlight in January fool you; in Florida it is always Apocalypse pretty soon. This is where the final seals will be broken. Damn straight.
I watched. It didn’t take long. His back contracted into an arc that left the sofa and he let out a sound, half groan half shriek that went on and on. I almost got up but then it died out. Not the spasm though, which took many minutes to release his back to the sofa again.
Even though we live in a city, Lee’s warmth makes it feel like a village somehow. In a village, there would be less of a class divide. Lee might be the checkout clerk, but we would see each other in the square, maybe at the pub. I would buy her and her husband a drink.