ISSUE 11: SUMMER/FALL 2010

Fiction

Tom, Jennifer, Maureen

The stewardess talks about where the breathing masks are and where the emergency exits are and what the temperature in Toronto will be, and even though Tom can’t see her over all the heads he imagines her lipstick mashing together as she talks.
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