Enjoy the new issue of fwriction : review—Sian Cummins’ short story, “Cera”—on your mobile device!
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Enjoy the new issue of fwriction : review—Sian Cummins’ short story, “Cera”—on your mobile device!
(Follow fwriction : review on Google Currents to read the journal, blog, and Google+ all on-the-go!)
The moon-faced fat mayor smiled and his triplicate chin wobbled. His thick rose-colored hand lay on the head of a child, who wasn’t dancing but reading. ‘What’re you reading,’ asked the mayor’s spouse. The girl cast down her eyes and said: ‘I’m reading the bible.’
Enjoy the latest issue of fwriction : review—Marcus Speh’s “Candy”—on your mobile device!
Exactly one year ago today, fwriction : review first published the fiction of Marcus Speh, with “Mother Burning.” Enjoy both today!
“In the grey of the mirrors reflection, the bruise seemed to have spread further across the skin—the curve of my thighs and buttocks tracing a line against the frost white windowpane—nestling itself like a plump tarantula; the gaping open mouth of cave. In the bed, anger allayed by sleep, you pulled me in and I let you, the heat of your body felt scorching against the wintriness of my own. With one large insentient hand, you caressed my hip, my thigh, and came to rest upon the dark, as though you would cover it and render it invisible. But I could still feel. Its restless pulse throbbing importunately, like the two hands of a clock.”
Zoe Dzunko, “The Bruise”
There are no favorites here, she said. Consider this a warning.
Often, I would catch it in the mirror as I stepped out of the shower. A spectre, it floated as a black spot in my vision, as though it were something lodged in the corner of my eye and not, instead, nestled malignly below the skin. Against the white of the sheets it shocked me, like a puddle of blood marring the clean cotton. I would sneak glances at it, trace its uneven border with one outstretched finger, as if a child on the brink of discovery.
From my collection, here is the third set of showcased linked stories: The Charlie Stories. I hope you enjoy.
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