A NAME I WOULD KNOW BY SUSANNA SPACE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 48

“Holly,” she said, holding out her hand. Her nails painted a glossy beige. Crisp white shirt, dewy skin, bracelets jingling on slender wrists. “I’m in law too,” she said with a wide smile, sticking her finger in her mouth in a mock forced vomit. I mock-sneered back. Laughter. I learned later it was my necklace that drew her to me. Tiny beads in a double loop set against white cotton. My style, as she would name it.

DOWN WIND BY WILLIAM CRAWFORD 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 48