I am twelve years old, and I am standing in the master bedroom. The bedroom my grandfather shares with his wife, the woman who is not my grandmother. The room with the bed they sleep in.It’s a very tasteful room. My grandfather’s wife has exquisite taste. No bright colors. Not even any deep, rich colors….
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Jenn Lee
Jenn Lee has had work featured in The Rumpus, The Penn Review, Birdcoat Quarterly, Burning House Press, The Ocotillo Review, Bending Genres, and other places. She founded the ARS reading series at Northeastern Illinois University and received her MFA in creative nonfiction from Columbia College. She is pursuing a PhD in English Literature at UIUC and lives with her partner and two cats.
Kayla Rader
Kayla Rader is an illustrator and designer, originally from Texas, with a passion for storytelling, worldbuilding, and character creation. She is very fond of cowboys, pirates, and vampires (oh my), and loves using intricate linework and bold color in her work. Currently, she’s focusing on freelance illustration, selling handmade stickers and prints in her shop, and developing a webcomic. When she’s not drawing, she’s out adventuring with her party in Dungeons & Dragons or playing a narrative-led video game.
