Tag: guest-edited by Randa Jarrar
“Self,” she queried, “should we just kill him and be done?” She smoked, exhaling through her nose like a dragon.
I was like the oracle of fatness all of a sudden.
“Better to believe that you come from two happy parents.”
The year we went to the Camps, my sister Leila was eighteen years old and had just begun her secret affair with Sammy.
I was in the bathroom stall at the Armenian chicken place in Anaheim when I overheard Sarah say to her even more annoying friend Abeer at the mirror, where they were both putting on gobs of makeup, “I’m just going to kill myself, habibti, if I don’t make the triple axel at the championships next month.”