Fiction 2015 / Issues / Spring 2015 / Volume 45

It’s 85 Degrees in Orlando — emm borgerding

A string of teeth marks aligning with your ribs, I kissed them and promised revenge, a shotgun down the mouth of a gator, my ankles deep in thick clay stained red with yankee blood. The buzz of mosquitoes in the air almost as thick as the heat, spreading sweat from navel to collar bone. We … Continue reading