"Beetles litter the carpet this morning, as always. During the cold Vermont nights, the insects crawl through the windows, the cracks in the door frame, the invisible holes all over the house..."
"A farewell of last meetings that were not recognized, at the time, as such; a cessation of plans for the completion of incomplete projects; a futility of vengeful thoughts; a surrendering of cherished hostilities..."
"She needs to find a clinic, far from her neighborhood, to get the infection treated. She thinks through every facet of her plan. Her hijab will make her conspicuous. She must remove it and hide in plain sight..."
"Living in a mattress is not so bad. I am a dream weaver, a puppeteer of dormant thoughts. No, that’s no good. Let me instead describe to you the room..." New fiction by Mackenzie Singh.
"You wrap the bone and the feathers into a napkin, which you place in your shirt pocket. Inside your pocket, the bit of down from your office slips quietly into the napkin's folds and joins its fellows..."
"In the laogai, far far away from wherever Baba and Maa must be right now, she plays Nationalist and Communist with the other prisoner children after school, waving their red bandanas like battle standards..."