The cold storage plant is right on the water. Acres of metal the colour of dried sage. Some sections are taller than others. From here it looks like giant boxes plonked down next to each other, but when you get up close you can see it’s all joined. The land slopes sharply upwards from the…
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He put a tube in her mouth like a cork to silence her. Down the hall, it only sounded like a little pop each time he murdered her. Trigger, hammer, bullet and like magic no sound came out. She took it out one night, her child hands grappling with his deadliness, and her parents watched…
The car burns as I sleep fully reclined in the driver’s seat. The acrid plastic smoke wakes me. The smell of burning dolls. A crowd clatters out from the cliff top café next to the tourist car park, the cook banging a thick fist on the driver side window. The smoke curls its heavy weather…
It was a Monday when my mother asphyxiated herself in our 1988 Camero, locked behind the electric garage doors that never worked when it frosted. She had three things with her: a banana skin, her wedding veil and my dad’s wristwatch. She had pulled the pin at exactly three thirty to offer us the comfort…
Chaaya is everygirl, she wants her arms removed immediately. For when the chief surgeon engineer gives her better-quality arms she will play better, faster, throw the ball higher than the other little girls and make the baseball team when she finds high school in America. Her mother does not approve; she wants a complete daughter…
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Case File: No. 1 My husband was washing dishes,his hands in those yellow rubber gloves,the water running, a hum.I looked up to a sink full of soap,limp gloves on tiles. * Case File: No. 2 I scoured the woods on my ownafter 9-1-1 was reduced to a busy signal.Kept checking under the same log.Your shovel,…
Eleven days after my husband died, he telephoned me at dawn. “I can barely hear you,” I said, sitting up in bed. “Somewhere in Siberia,” he whispered. His notebook was still on his side of the bed. I wrote in the half-light. The directions were incredibly complicated. I had to ask him to repeat himself…
This was the way our children left, in the year they left us behind. They got all–how shall we put it–self-righteous and accusatory, the way children can get when they come to understand that nearly everything they’ve been told is some form of a lie. They said to us, how dare you? How dare you…