The Honeys

by Ryan La Sala

Death isn’t the end of a life, but the division of it. When someone dies, their soul scatters into all the things they’ve ever given away. Love. Bruises. Gifts. You struggle to piece together what’s left—even the things that hurt—just to feel haunted.

My sister becomes a constellation of voids.

“I’m not hurting people,” Mimi pouts. “I’m hurting boys.”