From the Fiction Desk

Fiction for after dark.

Beautifully written, unapologetically intimate. Original short fiction by women — published quarterly, edited carefully.

Morning Light

"She woke before the alarm, the room still half-dark, his hand resting low on her hip as if it had always belonged there."

"The envelope arrived on a Thursday, which she would later think was an oddly ordinary day for it."

"She arrived in Paris on a Thursday, in the rain, with a small leather bag and a key already in her pocket."