Robin Tung

Fiction

 

When he was little, he’d lie on his belly and wait for Nina to finish brushing her teeth and putting on face cream. He’d lie so still with his arms tucked under his chest. And as soon as she got into bed, he’d whisper, Will you scratch my back? And she’d find all the itchy spots.

“You’re fine if they stay here?” he asked.

Nina shrugged and waited until the bee was still, then flicked it off with her painted fingernails.

“Let me die here,” she said. “I don’t want to go back.” Read free online

 

It was past eleven at night when my mother called. The rain came down in great big sheets, and I’d been curled up under three blankets with the heater on for hours, reading a book about digestion. Read free online

 

Coyote

The Baltimore Review, 2022 Fiction Contest Winner

The unfinished well was twenty-eight feet deep. She had read about it in the property report. And as she looked down at the man’s face, she wondered how deep the well would have to be lowered to reach water. Read free online

 

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