Emilee Prado

^{“It’s morning. Ezrah is in the shower. My first thought is to snooze the alarm, my second thought is: hey. It’s more than a thought; it’s almost visible, almost tangible, like something is in the air brushing by under the ceiling fan… The sensation that gets to me might have been there forever because I can’t remember when it began. It grows and fades and sometimes it carries a stick.”} The Hey _{featured in Orca}

^{“Yearning is not knit between her brows, fear does not make it into her small, dark eyes. All she sees is synthetic skin: peeling, fissured, cracked. Every now and then, she can feel tiny flakes of fiberglass slowly falling from her frame and beginning to collect in her hollow feet.”} Scenes from the Two-Table Bakery Shop _{featured in Gone Lawn}

^{“Amidst the idle talk of gossipmongers, those with a fondness for spiritual solutions have decided that it is a curse, or perhaps a village spirit that haunts the man. Others have concluded that it is not a ghost, but unusual—yet theoretically possible—pheromone activity that surrounds Somsak.”} In His Wake _{featured in Anak Sastra}