Desire

There was rose quartz all inside the cave. Pink overlapping pink until the eye grew sore. A single witch, shrouded in white tassels, sat quite still on the ground. She slipped her hand into her pouch and quietly laid out five rounded crystals on a tree stump before her. The witch placed a finger on...

American TV

A short story by Aimee Bea. Not wanting to be naked with someone who had previously fucked your brains out is sad. I watched him leave with one eye closed, pretending to be asleep. He forgot to kiss me goodbye but I let it slip. When you’re sustaining a long-dead relationship for the sake of...