The Final Voicemails & Down with the Landlord

The Final Voicemails by Max Ritvo 1 I was told my proximity to the toxin would promote changes to my thinking, speech, and behavior. My first thought was, of course, for the child, the little girl, but graceful, silent figures in white suits flitted to her and led her away by the shoulders, like two friends taking a turtle from a pond. My second thought was about pain, the last thing visible without our manners— Or could there be an invisible peace once... Read More