Still Life by Cecca Austin Ochoa

Still Life by Cecca Austin Ochoa

I lie and say this scar’s a gift from my cat. Three inches long, hypertrophic, silver and purple; it's like the hidden seam in taxidermy, only inside out. People look doubtful—including Ana who’s got more scars than a lightning tree—but when they meet my cat, wild thing, they believe.

The Towel by Mona R. Washington

The Towel by Mona R. Washington

NORAH:  You don’t have sex when I’m menstruating. Right, maybe that’s
fucking cultural. You remind me of Dele.                

SIMON:  ‘Dele’. Very familiar. If Ayodele’s your standard, maybe you should
enlighten me. You sound like you know him very well, like you’ve been doing
a personal survey on Nigerian men and their sexual hab--

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