Hannah Kingsley-Ma
Underwater | Fiction
Hannah Kingsley-Ma
What a pool it was, Sam thought. A special kind of pool. Very cold and salty. There was no chlorine in it, someone informed her. All saline. She took that to mean they were basically bathing, treating their various open wounds. She had been on vacation with her husband’s family for exactly two days. A frog was dying somewhere in the corner of the pool. A well-bred dog, genetically modified...
All Kinds | Fiction
Hannah Kingsley-Ma
When Sal had her baby, I watched her breastfeed her son in her living room. I asked Sal what it felt like. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. Has anyone sucked on your nipples before? she asked. Sal! I screamed. Sal told me that when she breastfeeds around men she knows, they always ask her if she’s tasted it. They say it in a low whisper, urgent and...
