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Serendipity

Jeannine Hall Gailey

You write your fortune on a five dollar bill and hand it to the attendant. The five dollar bill passes through many hands. They all inherit your fortune. I believed in magic for long enough that magic became part mindset.…

Letter From the Editors

Dear readers, writers, artists, and friends, With your support, Interfictions has spent three years providing an online space for creative work that dwells between forms and genres. The Fall 2016 issue showcases some of the most exciting writers working in…

The Ozette Tartan

Neile Graham

woodpecker feathers   dog hair   cattail fluff woven with cedar bark in a delicate plaid a Makah blanket   mud-buried 500 years on the not-so-Pacific wet northwest coast a woman’s eye   her craft inventing pleasing colours and geometries echoing patterns   constructed by…

She Hides Sometimes

Nino Cipri

The linen closet disappeared first. Or maybe it was just the first thing that Anjana noticed, the morning her parents moved into the nursing home. The closet was downstairs, in the short hallway between the kitchen and the guest bedroom.…

Old Ghosts

Nneoma Ike-Njoku

Old ghosts, who do not mock songs of rot-shod Sokoto droughts, long softly, lost, to lock moss on cold rock, on cold bogs to fox-trot, to toss hollow sobs on robots tomorrow, to hot-hop, to drown shock-floods of Opobo ‘’hotdogs’’,…

I Just Think It Will Happen, Soon

Rebecca Campbell

Nela’s Dad started the thought. “So they’re calling you Twens? I read an article in The Atlantic about how you’re a generation without a future—” “—No, they can’t conceive the future, linguistically, that was the point—” her mother, correcting. “—okay,…

Perhaps, perhaps

Saudamini Deo

Tonight, suddenly, Saul Leiter. Then, you. I remembered the night when in my dream, I misspelt Saul as Seul. Lonely, alone. Single. Only. In another vertical dream, a man walked into my bedroom with a pink umbrella but he had…