Emilee Prado

^{“It’s true that I was up to my elbow in the vending machine when we collided. We were both in the hall of a shoddy motel where the wind was shaking the windows and threatening to tip the whole place into the lake below. You hadn’t been looking where you were going and my head was so set on rummaging for something unseen that everything else was out of my field of vision.”} Sheet Lightning _{featured in Streetcake}

^{“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}