Lies that Bind Us

by Andrew Hart

Greek woman throws a fit because she thinks

him. “Fine,” he said.

windows. Rethymno was quaint, but its narrow

proof of anything. I didn’t really

explain the scale of the horror that descends upon

drowning out everything but Mel’s sudden

States,” I said. “What’s up?”

from that night on with

think of Melissa rubbing suntan