BARK

FICTIVE DREAM
March 2025
Nominated for Best of the Net 2026

I jammed my foot on the clutch like I was squashing a bug and shifted into third for the climb. The new girl lived in a capsule on the edge of the forest, a minute’s drive from anyone else. Tree stumps dotted the yard instead of the green her parents were promised, and they apologized every time I came by. But I didn’t mind the dirt or the mess, or the single hole of sky, or the way the air up there sometimes grew thin. 

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