Fiction: The Campaign by Kate Imbach
Her doubt that anyone would use him, that he had anything worth using, and how unimpressed she was with his family in general, had always made him trust her.
Her doubt that anyone would use him, that he had anything worth using, and how unimpressed she was with his family in general, had always made him trust her.
I was unready, at twelve, to meet you.
Photo by Amanda Zeilinger
Our first audition of the day was the poison dart frog, and you can imagine how that went.
She noticed the zipper on her husband’s back immediately after he arrived home from work.
The sublime doesn’t care about you.
I wasn’t born into the war; my brother was.
He thinks buying vintage absinthe advertisements makes him a better writer.
I was on fire in a good way.
Many lives are born to die.
On the last day of the world, Magda and I lie hand-in-hand on my pink shag rug, lips coated in radioactive lip gloss.