Issue 146

Summer & Fall 2014

Image from Dead Christ

Fiction Molly Reid Fiction Molly Reid

Apocalypso

The fog might be lighter today. I tell Sonia this, and she smiles. It might, she says, and pours more coffee, that which resembles coffee, as the ocean resembles the ocean—briny expanse, crashing waves. Dirty peach foam, vaguely magenta in the deep end.

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