Magic for Liars

by Sarah Gailey

the bags under my eyes were definitely well past the carry-on limit,

I looked like something that had been pulled out of a shower drain, but really, I was fine.

On my way across the lawn to the school, I rubbed absently at my shoulder. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it felt taut and soft at the same time, like overripe fruit. I gave it a poke and bit back a swear as a flash of blue pain bit through my vision. Okay, so maybe it did hurt, per se. Very fucking per se.