Nestlings

by Nat Cassidy

She popped the shiny, brownish-black insect into her mouth.

EXCUSE ME WHATTTTT

Ana’s thoughts continued in a poisonous whisper. The awful truth is that you hate your daughter and wish she’d never been born. Ana forced a smile.

oh shat

Have you ever noticed that on the front desk side, behind the plants, there’s a little hallway and the lobby actually keeps going?

ok that's not