FICTION

FICTION

"They're here," Berenice breathed, hand resting comfortably on Karla's shoulder. The delivery van backed up to the white house they had prepared for the vulture bees, and Berenice was beside herself. She shifted from foot to foot, the events of the day before making no dent in the apiarist in her. The driver got out with a tablet and walked over to them. "Who's signing?" "That'd be me," Berenice said. With a smile, the driver handed over the tablet that was actually full of b

I married Frankie on a Tuesday, because that’s when the courthouse has less people. We got our marriage license a week before, and on Tuesday we both showed up on our lunch hour and said our awkward I dos. It was all very administrative. After we got married, I went back to work. I’m a teacher. He’s a mechanic at a Ford dealership. That day, we ate Jack in the Box, because that’s his favorite. He got some sweet bread from La Reynera. There was no party. No guests. No invitati