Elizabeth Tan

Well maybe there’s no ancient lore here, no sacred stories or grand lineage, just you and your thousand sisters slotted into clear-plastic-fronted boxes.

She doesn’t normally care for salad, but given it’s the third straight day of forty-degree heat and she’s alone in the house, it suddenly becomes very important for her to make one. Hannah opens the fridge, lingering for a moment in its incandescent chill, and then from the crisper drawer plucks a pegged bag of […]