Fiction
Excerpt from Parakeet
By Marie-Helene BertinoOn the morning of my wedding at an early and incorrect hour that makes good people appear menacing the hairdresser says I am the calmest bride she’s ever done.
Eau de Toilette
By Ariel Saramandi“In the end they chose safety over design, of course” Astrid said, tapping a marble tile with her fingers. “Carrara. And the fixtures – surprise surprise – Hansgrohe.” She surveyed the contours of her face in the bathroom mirror, patted some Creme de la Mer on her neck. “How do I look?” she asked, but she didn’t really need reassurance.
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