Give your mind a workout with a short story that I, for one, will not forget any time soon. Ed.
November 2021: The Blood of Our Virtue Smells Like Dirt
Her mouth is wide and painted royal blue, her teeth stark white in comparison as she bares them at the ceiling in thought. She can pass for a corpse pulled cold from the salty water of the ocean outside her window, frail and blue and perfectly preserved.
“What do you want to be?” She asks me.