Fiction
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The Rumpus Prize in Fiction, Honorable Mention: Josie Tolin
By now the night has cooled, and the dune grass rustles beneath the mills. The light clicks off on the back porch between Trent’s house and Greta’s.
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An Excerpt from “First Time, Long Time”
He was more handsome in person, somewhere in the shallow end of his sixties, wearing a soft-looking black sweater and smelling of expensive soap. I could picture the place where the soap was purchased: one of those quiet, ritzy stores…
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Rocket Drive
This is the first time I’ve witnessed a person borrow food. There are many firsts in drug addiction.
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The Red Zone
That night, when I confessed to never having used a tampon before, not having a mom around to explain it, Cami locked us both into a bathroom stall and showed me how.
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The Rumpus Prize in Fiction, First Place: Aimee LaBrie
The first part went as expected: the countback with the anesthesiologist, the prepping of the surgical area, the instruments arranged just so.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Second of April
On the third fools’ day, Ma was shrinking downward and I was floating upward.
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Dead Man Sink
Bennie knew her mother wasn’t beautiful. She knew this because her mother wouldn’t swim.
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Find Me in the Light
I can never figure out the right rhythm and I’m always off beat—interrupting at the wrong moment, letting the silence hang for far too long.
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The Sun Never Sets on the Sunrise Highway
With so little going on, we get to talking. Talk about the past, chitchat to pass the time.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Twinsies
Whatever happened to that one secretary from your job? The one who likes talking about murders instead of doing any work? I bet she already knows more about Aida than I do.
