Special Delivery

Christina’s fingertips were white, and she realized that she’d stopped breathing. She got up without grace, and walked to the receptionist’s desk. Her boss had her on the hunt for a very important package―one that, if not received today, made her fear what the rest of the day was going …

The 10-Year Reunion

“Shitshitshitshitshit. Ok. Don’t worry, just relax,” Amy thought to herself in her parked car, her hands still on the wheel. “Everyone’s nervous at reunions.” After a final glance at her reflection in the rearview mirror she unbuckled her seatbelt and took a steadying breath, and stepped out into the evening …

The Uber Ride

“Shit,” Reagan breathed looking at her phone. The Uber was here. Eli had arrived in his lovely black Charger, license plate XTUD 459, and she wasn’t quite ready. She took one final look in the mirror and conceded that humidity had won today. A braid accessorized with frizz would have …

A Night at the Burlesque

Imagining Rebecca lying in my bed was just like watching porn as a teenager. I had to hide my sexual fantasies in the morning shower, just as I hid those x-rated videos within folder within folder in the deepest recesses of my computer’s hard drive. We’d been close colleagues, even …

The Bookworm

Ruth had been working at the Clarín bookstore for three years. She was almost always behind the counter, ringing up customers, searching the database, or jotting down charges. However, during the summer, her boss relegated her to the storeroom; there were lots of textbook orders and they had to be …

Leftover Words

The touch of her fingers was soft and firm. They traversed the length of my arm with an almost exasperating slowness, causing my breathing to grow heavy and deafening to my own ears. As they traipsed ever further with painful slowness, I felt my heart beating at dizzying speed, as …

Ocean

“Don’t move.” I nearly jump out of skin, but then stand still, obeying the voice that has appeared behind me. I feel the pounding of my frantic heart and I fear she can hear it too. I realize that I’ve dropped my grocery bags, and they’ve spilled their contents onto …

To the Rhythm of the Music

She is the most beautiful, the one who dances the best and the one who always arrives dressed flawlessly. And now she’s looking at me. I move my eyes from the mirror to avoid fixating on her reflection and concentrate on the teacher’s movements: right leg forward, left arm back …