Author
K. C. Norton
What's In The Blend
Maman, who likes to make sure that we have the best of everything, insists that we have access to at least thirty-two percent. Twenty-one is beggar's blend, she says, and less than optimal. It's true: in gym, which is my third-least-favorite class, those of us on thirty-plus…
Love Changes Us
Love does funny things to you. I know that. Still, I'm not prepared for the little tendrils of skin that come shooting out of me. They're like translucent moles, but much too long and skinny. Plus they have minds of their own. "I want them gone," I tell mother. She pats my head.…
Revisions
She takes him apart, bone from meat from ventricle. "You have nimble hands," he tells her. "It barely hurts. The pamphlet made it sound much worse." The Engineer smiles at him without looking up from her work. She prods the waxy blue bulge of his aorta. "While the patient may…
The World Will End in Fire
"I'm tired, Viva," I said, blowing into the cup formed by my hands. She said, "Me, too," as she tugged the flaps of her hat low over her ears and looked away from me across the field that would yield no crop but winter now. Her breaths came out in little puffs of steam. "Have…