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L’Appel du Vide – Rajiv Moté

On Friday morning, the ambient heaviness in his boss’s tiny office threatened to bend Isaac double, and his ears ached from the pressure in the air. The dread hadn’t started with his boss’s unexpected meeting request, but coalesced around it, wrapping the 15-minute block on his calendar in layers of doubt and worry until it shone like a fat, anxious pearl. It had been gathering over weeks. Office doors that usually stayed open were shut. Hallways and corners sheltered low, furtive conversations; Isaac felt like he was interrupting conspiracies every time he walked to the restroom. The very air resisted movement, its weight dragging down shoulders and gazes. It felt like the air before a storm cracks open the sky.

His boss, from across the desk, began by telling him what Isaac already knew.

“As you know…”

A disappointing Q2. A gloomy forecast for Q3. Streamlining. Tightening belts. Pivoting. Reorganizing. Isaac waited as each term in the well-rehearsed speech pulled him in, spiraling closer to the actual point.

“We have to let you go.”

There. The dice showed their pips. The curtain pulled back. With the word “go,” Isaac was unmoored. First, figuratively, and then, a heartbeat later, literally. His boss was still talking while Isaac floated inches above his seat. He panicked for a moment, losing the leverage that came with gravity. Putting his feet back on the floor only pushed him up higher, until he was floating in the middle of the room. He began to tilt, and his arms and legs flailed for some kind of purchase. His boss’s eyes held polite sympathy. He asked if Isaac had any questions. Isaac shook his head. In his flailing, he found he could change his orientation and even propel himself by pushing against the thickened air.Keep reading“L’Appel du Vide – Rajiv Moté”

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L’Appel du Vide – Rajiv Moté
On Friday morning, the ambient heaviness in his boss’s tiny office threatened to bend Isaac double, and his ears ached from the pressure in the air. The dread hadn’t started with his boss’s unexpected meeting request, but coalesced around it, wrapping the 15-minute block on his calendar in layers of doubt and worry until it shone like a fat, anxious pearl. It had been gathering over weeks. Office doors that usually stayed open were shut. …
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The Noise Inside – Vaya Pseftaki
Sheyen swallows hard and his ears pop. The Noise stops. How long did it last this time? He glances at the water-clock fixed on the wall. Longer than before. It first came a month ago, on his fourteenth birthday, along with the hair. That day, he woke up to a humming, drenched in sweat and with the smooth skin of his head itching. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pinpoint where the …
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Absurd of a Feather – Amman Sabet
I’m getting a note from my doctor that will keep me out of the pool for gym. It’s not that I can’t swim. Last year I came in third place for breast stroke. This is different. I’m uncomfortable with taking my shirt off now, and I’d rather spend the period studying in the library while the other kids do laps and cannonball into the deep end. “Terrence,” my doctor tells me in his examining room. …
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Pleasing the Giants – Carolyn Lenz
Deiderick raced down the cobblestone street, the hollow sound of his footsteps barely audible over the singing around him. It wouldn’t take long for his mother and father to notice him missing. He was supposed to be arranging tulips now, in full view of the giants, just as their boat passed. But they wouldn’t ask where he was. They wouldn’t show any anger or disappointment in him. Their smiles wouldn’t falter, not when the giants …
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L’Appel du Vide – Rajiv Moté

On Friday morning, the ambient heaviness in his boss’s tiny office threatened to bend Isaac double, and his ears ached from the pressure in the air. The dread hadn’t started with his boss’s unexpected meeting request, but coalesced around it, wrapping the 15-minute block on his calendar in layers of doubt and worry until it shone like a fat, anxious pearl. It had been gathering over weeks. Office doors that usually stayed open were shut. …

It came from Michael Milne

Michael Milne’s story “The Yarnball Woman” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 14 September 2018. “The Yarnball Woman” came to me after lots of discussions about dementia with a close friend. Her own mother was going through early onset dementia, and I had just finished a university course on the psychology of aging. My friend talked about the pieces of her mother which were long gone, and how much more she seemed to lose than …

Another question for Evan Marcroft

Q: If you could have any super power, what would it be?

A: If I could have any one super power, I would want the ability to experience alternate realities at will. While I do love being a writer, I often find myself wondering at all the opportunities I passed up to pursue that life. The world is full of more people than I will ever be able to meet. There are too many things for me to possibly do in just a hundred or so years. I wouldn’t necessarily want the power to fulfill any dream I might have, but rather the ability to pursue any dream I cared to, with all the ups and downs that chase would entail. The best part of any journey is going there, after all. Plus, I might uncover an alternate reality where I have other superpowers too, so really there’s no downside to this.


Evan Marcroft’s story “The Color of My Home is Red Like an Apple
in Metaphorosis Friday, 29 March 2019.
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About Sarah McGill

Sarah McGill has been a tour guide in Ohio, a student in New Zealand, a stage manager in New York, and a canoe outfitter in Minnesota. Her favorite time and place is post-revolution France at the height of the Death Cabarets through the end of the Grand Guignol, mostly because the bohemians really did walk their alligators in the rose gardens and pretend hydropathes were Canadian animals whose feet were made into drinking glasses. She wishes she knew how to sail and had more cats.

Sarahmcgillwrites.com, @sarahmcgillwrit


Sarah McGill’s story “A Yellow Landscape
in Metaphorosis Friday, 5 April 2019.
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The Noise Inside – Vaya Pseftaki

Sheyen swallows hard and his ears pop. The Noise stops. How long did it last this time? He glances at the water-clock fixed on the wall. Longer than before. It first came a month ago, on his fourteenth birthday, along with the hair. That day, he woke up to a humming, drenched in sweat and with the smooth skin of his head itching. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pinpoint where the …