Small Bang Only

By Geeta Kothari

When he left the boatyard in Vladmir’s ugly little brown car, with its broken heater and torn seats, Milo headed northwest. In his rearview mirror, he saw the Statue of Liberty, fading into the dusk. The day had been unseasonably cold, and now lavender light…

Girl Who Runs

When the girl was ten, they went out on the boat. Before that, they had never owned a boat before, and the very first time that they took it out on the sea, her father nearly…

Conversations #1

Sitting on the edge of the bed, X was first to speak.

Small Worlds

By Karin Lin-Greenberg

You might think my name sounds familiar. “Rainy Wilkinson,” you’ll say, head tilted. “Where have I heard that name?” I’ll shrug, say something like, “Oh, it probably just sounds like some other name you know.” People always squint, stare hard at my face for a…