Construction Literary Magazine

Winter 2018

Fiction

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.”

Sunstroke
Fiction

Sunstroke

“They rode uphill, a slight incline amidst sparse, crooked lamp posts, the road soft with dust—the ascent seemed infinite.”

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