Kate Ryan

Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.

Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.

Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.

He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.

She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.

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“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.

Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.

She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.

My parents got the idea they’d send me to stay at my grandparents’ house in Florida for a week. I think my mother needed a week to herself.