My (short!) story “Where We Bury Our Dead” is in the first issue of Third Point Press:
When I was sixteen and we were living in the split-level with Ray, things between us got real bad so I ran away, hitched with a trucker named Bicho who smelled like menthols even though I never saw him smoke once in the week I was gone. He asked me where I was going and I said south to the land of giants and he smiled like he understood, said, “Sure, Miss Lydia, wherever you want.”
Love these guys. Sleek and beautiful design, an incredible line-up for a first issue…they’re doing it right. Check ’em out.