Winged shadow blues the snow. Arrows in, drops a key into the window box. Brings you gifts, this crow─ green ribbon, pink pebbles. Remembers your kindness from when he was a chick.
Does he know you’re leaving? Fasten his key to your chain in case one of you gets lost.
Cheryl Snell is fluent in subtext.
He set up their anniversary dinner and she thought someone had died. The candles decorating the room came from the dollar store, in the aisle with the stationary cards. Red, for romance. He did not know that in this country, red candles are for mourning. A different kind of love.
Kim is an emerging writer based in Montreal, Canada. Her previous work has been published in McGill’s student journal Samizdat, as well as the online magazine RedRoseThorns.
A man on the bus tells me I’m pretty. Two weeks later, a note. He’s sorry about the comment. His wife is an alcoholic, his daughter is dead, I look just like her. I don’t see him again for the rest of sixth grade, but I do see his daughter.
Nicky DeMarie is a writer and musician based out of New York City. She is currently a student at The New School, and working towards her first novel.