So You’re Just What, Gone?
New fiction by Justin Taylor: “There are literally dozens of texts from Mark Perv waiting for her, which is both surprising and not.”
Charity is stuck in the middle seat at 6:30 AM, next to a woman praying with grapefruit-colored fingernails. She begins her own prayer—that nobody will come for the aisle seat—as her grandmother waits in Seattle and the tarmac gleams with pinkish guide lights.