Elijah had curly hair that was slumber-pressed flat in the back but loose in the front. He would often absentmindedly squeeze between his fingers the fat, sandy-brown curls that hung over his moonstone eyes. He knew from Grandma Nell, his mother’s mother, that he was mulatto. He’d heard her say so when she introduced him…
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T. E. Wilderson
T.E. Wilderson is a New Orleans-born writer currently living in the Midwest. By day, she is an editor and graphic designer. Her short stories have appeared in Crack the Spine Anthology XVII, the Tishman Review, The Louisville Review, and The Notre Dame Review, among others. She holds an MFA in writing from Spalding University, and is a 2019 McKnight Foundation Fellowship in Writing recipient.
Elliot Lang
Elliot Lang is a Denver-based illustrator and gallery artist working in advertising, packaging, and editorial and book illustration. As an illustrator, he creates posters for bands and events, packaging for food and beverage, and interior artwork and cover illustrations for books. When he is not creating art, Elliot spends his time swimming, hiking, and exploring the outdoors. A client list and more can be found at www.elliotlang.com.
