Maggie; Or, a Man and a Woman Walk Into a Bar

by Katie Yee

“What’s inside?” I ask, and she explains that she burned a few of the outdated women’s magazines that we’d been stealing. These are their ashes. And… something else. Something else clinks around inside when I shake the vessel. She doesn’t have to tell me what it is. I somehow already know: my wedding ring. “Since they wouldn’t let you keep Maggie, I had to fill it with something!”