Sublime

antediluvian

“Easiest job in America,” we were told.

There was surely nothing to indicate at the time that such evidently small incidents would render whole dreams forever irredeemable.

But in the world of satisfying stories—her preferred domain—both of Olivia’s parents are so much less than they should have been.

Hafiz will close the zoo soon. There is nobody left who needs a zebra. It’s just us now. Me, and Hafiz, and the holes in the ground.

On the heels of deathcall there’s a great flood, biblical in its scope and timing.