by Angela Slatter. First published in Shimmer #4, Summer 2006 Illustration by Nel Pace Her breath smells like champagne, but not bitter as you might expect. Something inside her turns it sweet, I’m not sure what. She’s a sugar-candy kind of girl, bright and crystalline as she reclines on the sofa – a chaise longue,

New 42nd Street, INC.

Illustration by Thom Cuschieri Eighth avenue midtown mid-day mayhem. Business suits scuffled along, elbows out, the mobile phones snuggled to their ears now of a smaller, sharper model— a welcome departure from the obtuse, portable tanks of a decade prior, yet the decrease in size somehow inversely proportional to the collective level of obnoxiousness. Garish