My story, “Frosting,” appears in Contrary’s Winter issue. Here’s a little piece of it:
“It was overcast and warm. Also, sticky. And still. Too still. I sniffed and inhaled the smell of rain. That was easy. But there was something else. A sweet smell–a smell like frosting in the bowl with the oven door open and the cake coming out. The smell of tornado.”

“It’s hard to tell somebody what you mean to say. And that’s an idea that I’m obsessed with. It’s why I write. It’s why everybody writes.”
--Jonathan Safran Foer
i do like that line
Loved the story! Thanks for sharing the link.