Short Story. Boston Review. 2022.
Semi-Finalist in the 2021 Aura Estrada Short Fiction Contest, judged by Kali Fajardo-Anstine.
“Night. My ceiling rips open, and water from the roof pours in. The lights are off, and I reach under the covers. My hands are cold. The sheets and blankets are cold. There’s a spark of light, and thunder groans. I peek at the sky, and rain trickles in. I’m inside a room, inside an apartment, but the noise is as if I were outside in its thickness; the water makes a dull slap as it hits the mattress. When I flick the light on, my ceiling hangs open, a wide mouth. Strips of paint like tusks.”
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