Fiction 2011 / Volume 41

Elise Ivey — Mike Sauve

A message from Elise Ivey assaulted my inbox, and then the peace in my life: “I know you ‘ve always had a crush on me. I’m moving to Toronto. We should hang out.” Cute enough in those high school football game nights, Elise had now evolved into something altogether tragic in magnitude: long legs and eyelashes, … Continue reading