Short Story by Katie Cortese
Hank was all magnet, and around him she shattered into metal filings.
Hank was all magnet, and around him she shattered into metal filings.
Compared to these families, maybe my own isn’t so badly off, after all.
She indulged in hot baths, scoured Goodwill for school clothes, and patched the roof.
What’s so cool about Grandma is that she’s the only one who knows I’m bisexual.
Maybe feeling for a minute that I was a prize—so obviously devoted and still sort of pretty, even.