New fiction from Rebekah Frumkin, featuring psychiatrists brandishing DSM–5, delusions, transference and the menacing voice of Alex Trebek.
‘The road pleasantly gained and lost elevation, flood gauges in dry washes and scraggy hilltops, corners that begged for two wheels not four.’
‘There’s no finding a telephone booth with anything more than an amputated cable hanging like a terrible extremity.’
Glimpses of a totally different system
‘This old circuit, which had been partly dormant, connected to an earlier memory. It was warm and fizzy and sharp. Then he stepped away, and the current was broken.’
The day was ending in a fiery and glorious way. The ships on the Sound looked like paper silhouettes being sucked up into the sun.
‘My buddy Meat's the one who showed me the true joy of handling the M203.’
‘Pain informs. Pain draws a map. Doctors resolve to relieve pain, but pain is information, and to lose it is to lose something valuable.’
Homage to Mount Desert Island
‘A cow was on the wrong side of the fence on Crooked Road on May 26.’
How Am I Supposed to Talk to You | New Voices
‘Okay don’t sell yourself,’ said my mom, ‘sell the American dream.’
How He Came to be Nowhere
‘Andy said no, he wasn't arrogant about his victory.’