Author: sewer lid

Cleo landed the job by telling the story of her childhood dog, Ruxpin, in the interview. Rux was a Great Dane that her father found at a shelter. He had been beaten and probably starved. He had one perfectly round… Continue Reading →

Three days ago, coyotes broke into the new blue sheen of Superstore’s tinfoil exterior. They slunk like transients in through the back and Corporate became clam-like, grasping for self-preservation. Only the bare minimum of press conferences were held, and no… Continue Reading →

She said she wanted me to go to Portland with her. She said that she really wanted me to come. She barely knew me, and we’d hardly ever spoken. She said that she was going in April, and until four… Continue Reading →

I. Statement of the Problem They were everywhere, hundreds if not thousands of them, speckling the kitchen counter and walls, basking in the tepid leftovers on the unwashed plates and bowls, sunning themselves on the wandering Jews, the devil’s ivies,… Continue Reading →

We crawl along a wooden plank, red-orange rug of molten lava bubbles inches beneath our palms. We grip engraved pillars to keep ourselves steady, thumbing grooves. Rug-burnt knees slip, hands fall to grip socked feet, uncles grumble. They play cards… Continue Reading →