Fiona J. Mackintosh

  What first drew me to the girl with the glass eye was the lovely mass of her hair, auburn wired with copper. Under my hand, it had the trusting warmth of an animal in sleep. I’d take strands of it in my mouth, expecting the taste of butter, but instead it was crisp like […]

  A private person not afraid of taking chances, she likes to gather misfits and strays under her wing. Friends’ kids, foreign students far from home. And me, adrift. When she flies west to see her mom, she asks me to keep her man company, and I do – on the couch in their TV