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Well Lit: Fiction by Terek Hopkins

We’re crossing into Arizona when Mom looks into the rearview mirror and says to me, We’re never going back. And she’s wearing her hot pink nail polish so I know she means it. I lean against the window, cheek pressed to the glass, and watch the telephone poles whiz by. There isn’t much

Spaniel, Parts I & II: Fiction by Jael Montellano

Spaniel I I see her through the window coming up the sidewalk and I know it’s mija. It’s my daughter. I never knew what her mother told her in the beginning, whether she told her I died or wasn’t her papá at all, just some stranger who visited once.