Her body heat awakened the alcohol she had guzzled hours ago. Moist patches in the shape of storm clouds spread from both her armpits. The reek seeped through the tightly woven fibers of her polyester shirtdress cinched at the waist. This woman, unable to control herself, would be in charge of my sobriety. I was…

Gabriel Crow heard a knock at his door, so slight that at first he mistook it for a tree branch cracking in the wind. He looked out his front window into the evening darkness, and at the edge of the porch, just visible in the dim house lights, stood a thin man wrapped in black,…

Dear lovely reader,If you’ve been reading F(r)iction for the last year, you’ll be quite familiar with my effusive love letters to this publication. In every “Editor’s Note,” I gush about the creation of this strange beast of a book, how glorious it is to watch F(r)iction come into its own, how inspired I am by…