By Melissa Marni From: Henry Littlesworth To: Marcus Trevan Subject: Your Job It’s over. Fax Me Up LLC is closing shop, effective immediately. Funny I should write this to you over email, the very thing that killed my fax business. Well, Amazon killed us, too. Damn devil of a company.
By Melissa Marni The strangest things can lurk beneath the dark and in between. Like him. Or me. But not today. Today is a day made for honeyed sunshine and happy walks taken together on green whiskered brush edging the Ohio River. The clouds above are glorious, bubbly air-froth pinned
By Melissa Marni The subway car made its way toward 59th Street, a metal serpent slinking beneath Manhattan’s Upper West Side. Moments before, the doors of the 1 train had slid open and four or five sleepy passengers emerged, settling with their foil-wrapped deli lunches onto blue plastic seats. It was
Somewhere in the untamed French countryside near Versailles, on the border of all that was good and evil, once sat a small patch of wild lavender, and just beyond, a smaller spring. An accidental journey brought Astrid to this spring, its water tumbling like wet poetry across flowering earth. She
If you’re in the business of counting thoughts, Donovan Springer, on a cloudless night in late April, had two. First: An imagination unrealized was a deadly weapon indeed. Second: The taste of freedom proved an enticing combination of salty and sweet. He imagined then how everyday life rarely afforded opportunities
Of all the details to remember, her hands were still the clearest in his mind. Unpolished nails of otherworldly innocence, intoxication by way of ten fingers and smooth skin and a wrist circled with Rolex Sky-Dweller gold, limited edition. Back to her hands. What did he later call them, windows
There are few things sweeter than Paris at springtime. Nice! Good! Marvelous even! For a first sentence to begin the novel that would eventually become a best-selling work of historical fiction and free Rabbit Beauchamps from her part-time job at Tupperware Alley, this would do just fine. Perhaps better than
In her seventeen years of life as they had so far been lived, Abigail Fountain came to learn there were exactly four things she absolutely could not stand: 1. Tomato sauce. Because really what was the point of some soupy version of a fine-enough vegetable? Or fruit. Or vegetable. 2.