Construction Literary Magazine

Winter 2018

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.”

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