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Thomasin Langlands

I am less photogenic than my dog.

Oscar, Is That You?

Tabatha sat frozen in the drivers seat of her 2003 Toyota Corolla, her hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. She loved this car. It wasn’t pretty to look at. It had several dents and scratches, and the paint was chipping in a few spots, but it was paid for […]

In the Shadow of the Live Oak

2019/02/018 I lay on my back in the rough grass looking up, the sharp blades poking through my shirt and prickling my shoulder blades. It reminds me I am alive. The live oak canopy hangs above me like the tentacles of a squid or octopus. The graceful, sinuous branches, spreading […]

Happy Valentine’s Day

Gwyneth sat across the table from a total stranger. “Jeremy” was written on his name tag in bold letters.  She tried hard to look interested in what he was saying, working to keep that glazed look out of her eyes; it was a struggle. His words washed over her. She […]

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

Mary sat on the edge of the bed. She’d been putting on her shoes, looking forward to her morning run. Tom had been searching for something; he’d pulled out all the drawers in the bedroom. Now he was standing in front of her, holding a tiny plastic bag filled with […]


2019/02/04 I simultaneously hate that I carry residue of my brother’s DNA and think it’s super cool that I carry the residue of my sister’s DNA. These two facts sit in such opposition for me. What is true of one sibling, and somewhat thrilling, is also true of the other […]