BURRITO by Nathaniel Duggan
I decided to order the burrito. I pronounced “burrito” wrong. The word fell from me, flabbergasting and impossible.
ALIEN HAND SYNDROME by Dan Melling
He’s lying on his back. His useless, hairless legs stay wherever I put them.
MONSTER MONSTER MONSTER by Leigh Chadwick
What your therapist doesn’t realize, you want to tell him, is that any length of loneliness is too long.
WASTE NOT WANT NOT by Steve Anwyll
A gust of wind blows me forward. The storm follows me in through the door. The snow swirls at my feet. I laugh like a madman as I slip on the slick tiles.
THE SIXTH PSYCHIATRIST by Richard Goodwin
The sixth psychiatrist was a young guy with tattoos and piercings and scruffy hair dyed the color of an Irish setter.
ULTRAVIOLET by Derek Fisher
I have used meter-long glass tubes to settle debts twice both times swiped from the quote unquote office both times drew blood one time got my money back
PARTY AT MUM’S HOUSE by Rupert Taylor
Some girl chugged a flask of vodka, passed out, and puked up what looked like spaghetti bolognese.
A GOLFER’S PRIDE by Calvin Atwood
During our very first conversation, Erik told me that he liked his blow jobs fast, and he once fucked a hooker in a Detroit airport bathroom.
HOW TO TELL A LOVE STORY by Wendy BooydeGraaff
These two are not young, not rom-com blow-dried and fresh. One of them has an eye with a filmy sheath over the iris, and the eye also wanders, preventing the long lovers’ gaze.
SPECIAL COLLECTIONS by C. Beston
My husband lost the finger in a card game, then his hosts kept it and bequeathed it to your institution.