by Sumitra Singam This new board game, pristine, will restart everything between us. The plastic wrapping peeled off with a squeal, the scree of the box lid sliding against the

by Jeff Friedman His girlfriend no longer knew he was living with her. His personal items were gone, and his side of the closet was empty, but he slept in

by Jeff Friedman The fire surrounds you, but no matter how desperately you seek to put it out, stamping on it, burying it in dust, throwing buckets of water down

by Jeff Friedman The bad news came in the wind, came from the trees dropping their red and gold leaves, the acorns drumming the roofs. The bad news came in

by Karen Crawford A faded photograph on a sunny beach–the first time you met your brother, a paternity test confirming what your father didn’t want to know, you in your

by Emily Rinkema If I had known how hard it would actually be to kill a chicken, I wouldn’t have welcomed the apocalypse quite as enthusiastically. Things were scary enough