Which Dreamed It? by William Henderson

1. The first few weeks in my apartment are lonely. I haven’t lived alone in more than 12 years. My friends try, as does Holly (who I have to learn to think of as my ex-wife), and my mother is here for some of it, but most nights, I try not to hear the sound … Continue reading

Fixed Points in the Universe By Ashley Bethard

  This is her memory (hers, not mine; we are not the same): The cold is a smell; the smell, a particular memory – one that has stuck with me for years, long after I convinced myself I had no use for it. “The Shop,” as we called it, was an old garage-style building, large … Continue reading