Fiction 2011 / Volume 41

Midtowners — Hailey Malone

“Fuck” is etched into the outside wall of the video store. Molly Silver traces her index finger through the “fuck” and goes into work. “You’re late,” says Ellen, long in the tooth, toothed in gaps. “No I’m not.” Ellen looks at the clock, “Yeah, I guess you’re not.” “It says ‘fuck’ on the wall, you … Continue reading