Empty Space
Nothing’s an exact science. It never has been.
Nothing’s an exact science. It never has been.
as Treye drew closer, the Auddids retreated inside.
a story of yearning, pride, and those who are left behind, by Alice Towey
The magician died before he could put me back together again and my health insurance wouldn’t cover “acts of god” (their words).
I was thinking about how not all women bear children, and some of us make people in other ways.
She was looking at my paper. I was sure of it. But every time I turned toward her, she ducked. I was certain Mr. K would see me looking her…
Faced with the unthinkable, we hoard, grow suspicious, act on fear; we also reinvent, build community, and create new conditions for surviving.
in the dark only his teeth are visible
Darrell Petska is a writer from Madison, Wisconsin. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Flash Fiction Magazine, Flash Frontier, Nixes Mate Review, Right Hand Pointing, Boston Literary Magazine,…