Fiction

A Present To Herself

Alison Frank

One day, Mercedes Bernal went to work in a three-piece suit, carrying a long umbrella. A big orchid bloomed from her buttonhole; a thin mustache adhered above her lip. She had expected an instant laugh – that would have been the natural reaction back in Mexico. But the whole office fell silent and stared as she strode through the swinging glass doors, hung her blazer …

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How We Were Born

Rebecca Woolston

There’s a myth in my family about the woman who was so fed up with her pregnancy, she forced her body into labor. She was eight and a half months along, and woke up in the middle of the night to vomit again. She was miserable; with each pregnancy the sickness lasted longer. She knew what was coming. She had to get that thing inside …

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After Hours

Robin Silbergleid

Aimee did not intend to stalk her therapist. It happened, as these things do, somewhat naturally. One day she was taking a walk in her neighborhood, that kind of fast-paced foot hitting pavement boom boom boom sort of walk, when she saw her therapist’s car. It wasn’t like she went out looking for it. But there it was, parked in a driveway, with bumper stickers …

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