Fiction 2015 / Issues / Spring 2015 / Volume 45

The Language of Blood — Zan Bockes

If she were back in Wisconsin, Lisa reflected, this November Friday evening would be spent curled under her grandmother’s afghan on the couch with a current bestseller, listening to the wind spitting snowflakes against the window.  But here on Guam, every twilight was the same–thick and heavy with humidity, an endless summer that Lisa would … Continue reading