Category: Fiction

A Present To Herself

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

How We Were Born

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

After Hours

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

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