Construction Literary Magazine

Summer 2017

Fiction

Elevator
Fiction

Elevator

“‘I’m in the elevator with one other person,’ she said. One other person! As if Jonathan Franzen were just one other person!”

Alyosha the Jug
Fiction

Alyosha the Jug

“Alyoshka was small, gaunt, and lop-eared (they stuck out like wings), with a big nose. The kids teased: ‘Alyoshka’s got a nose like a misshapen potato.’”

After the Rapture
Fiction

After the Rapture

“Ain’t much of a job. You forget, I wasn’t hired by no church. The First Church of the Eternal Rapture is my own creation. I don’t receive no salary. I live on donations.”

 

Barbicide
Fiction

Barbicide

“Sleuthing involved a lot of inter-personal contact, apparently, and it was making me uncomfortable. From now on, I decided, I would make my own coffee.”

Alarm Calls
Fiction

Alarm Calls

“They cannot see the road or anything around them. It is as if they are traveling in a capsule through space. Hurtling on a mission into some vast unknown.”

The Door
Fiction

The Door

“The man listened to her zipper going down. And then he heard her pee. He turned around and grinned in the dark. ‘You did it,’ he said.”

א; Or the Story of Isaac and His Mother
Fiction

א; Or the Story of Isaac and His Mother

Even though she knew I probably shouldn’t have been climbing up on the roof at such a young age, she understood that this was my way of dealing with the grief, and that if she wanted to be left alone she’d better just go ahead and leave me alone as well.”

Don’t Cry For Me, I’m Going Away
Fiction

Don’t Cry For Me, I’m Going Away

“Sometimes, after the cash was counted and the restaurant was closed, we would sit on the hood of her car and smoke for a while. “This fucking job,” Diana would say, shaking her head. I would nod, but I didn’t agree. I loved the work.”

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