I’m beautiful, I’m told. I am the blind woman biting off a piece of the sky to see if it tastes as blue as advertised. “Smile, Bev!” they order, their voices the same sound as the snapping shutters and fussy sequins against milky skin. “You’ve been working out! Those arms are hot!”My beauty is mercenary. The…

Two More Days Till the AngelsThere is an ocean, and a shore, and a man with a cat.The lighthouse looms strangely on the tallest part of the bluffs, the only thing man-made for long miles, crafting that beam to keep (most) ships away. It is an easy thing to think of and a hard thing…

Dear lovely reader,Like all great literature, F(r)iction was born out of conflict.In the fall of 2014, my desk was covered with new journals and anthologies, stacks upon stacks of the prose and poetry garnering critical acclaim from the literary world. I was ready to devour the best short-form literature the year had to offer.Two hours later, I…