Closing in on Missoula from NYC, she’s sped through ten states, stopping only for gas and an Airbnb in Minnesota. You’d think she’d be relieved or feel something like anticipation, but her eyes are half-lidded, devoid of all emotion. The speed-limit sign clearly says 80 mph now, and the Big Sky is no sky at…
It’s not that I think Elodie borrowed my vintage Balenciaga coat on purpose the day she disappeared, and I am just as desperate as the others to find her, but I hadn’t wanted to relinquish the coat and wonder now, if I had held firm, would it still be in its cedar-lined box under my…
After I died, I found myself standing on a narrow stone bridge. In the middle of it was a woman cooking a pot of soup, and though she had a crooked back, had wrinkles deep as ravines crisscrossing on her face, her eyes were youthful—the whites were the palest shade of blue. Recalling the stories…
Cora holds the baby until Matt leans in and takes her back. She can smell the oily lank of his hair, the sweet of his breath. She’d suggested a hotel room—there must be something nearby, she said, but her daughter insisted she stay in the apartment with them. Families belong together, she said. Cora’s daughter…
Before, the space, the first floor of my apartment building that was rented out to business, had been an Escape the Room. Groups of friends booked and were trapped in adventure rooms, then given an hour to find a way out. The game was supposedly great for team-building, or so advertised the storefront posters, but…
Ignacio smiles at Amaia, a wildness in his eyes, then says, “This is it,” and rolls down his window. The traffic cop faces them, neither curious nor annoyed at their appearance on this quiet dirt road. Ignacio hooks his arm over the open window, lifts his chin, attempts casualness. “Aupa.” And had he not done…
Dedicated to the one who “blew the minutest kiss with the barest movement of her lips” 1 The Revolution Comes on Horses When Witold Galitzki was in his late teens, the Revolution happened in Russia. People in Witold’s Galician village agreed that it was the business of Russians, and that they could keep it….
Way down, down the gulch that runs out the half-frozen river, the coyote perks its ears. Its chest rises and falls just above the frost. A breeze dusts snow across the valley in horizontal plumes. Josie watches from a ridge high over the fields. She came to look for the family of kestrels, but she’s…
Kurt Cobain KeepsEagle explored the Harvard Course Guide for Fall 2009. It was like finding a rip in the sky, a secret door he could plunge his head through to see spinning worlds whiz past his face, close enough to grab. For the first time in his life, he felt greedy. I want this, I…
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