Fig Season: A short story

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July. The doctor finds a tumor. Sylvia finds the first ripe fig of the season. October. Her father is dead. Sylvia is holding a wicker basket of sweet figs between her thighs, sweating and sitting cross-legged on her tiled kitchen floor. She is smoking with her right hand, plucking figs
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A person with gold dripping out of their mouth

The Light Bleeder: A short story

Last Tuesday, I met a woman who spills glowing clouds of breath from between her lips with every word she speaks, like she begs me to match her gleam. And if I showed her, “Yes, I glow too” and slid a blade along my finger, let the light drip out
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Read Some Books: Litquake

SF’s Literary festival, Litquake, starts this Friday. Because the eight-day festival can seem overwhelming in its 163 events, here is the low-down of events for the rest of the week that can’t be missed. Friday 10/5 Ballot Box Bash: There will be a hosted bar. If that isn’t enough to
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