Rusted

"The layer of rust and lime speckles on the faucet and sink handles gave her pause; she always imagined those stains were the blood of women who lived here… More

God’s Coins

"Wesley and I sat in back of the group of children, with our backs on the porch railing, solemnly looking out at the sky, filling, once again, with dark… More

Richard

"He had not changed, he would not grow, he was the thing that died when it was born and hid beneath the shadows of the porch and vanished in… More

La Cadena

Angel figured his only chance was to pivot and run back in the opposite direction. But it was far too late. The sights had been trained upon him all… More

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33 Days

He turned around and looked out into the empty hallway. No clocks, of course. Inside it was always the eternal sunshine of the fluorescent tube. More

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from The Mothers

Brit Bennett's THE MOTHERS is a finalist for the 2017 PEN/Robert W. Bingham Prize for Debut Fiction. Read the first chapter. More