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home about the colored lens meet the staff fiction tcl #27 - spring 2018 nina marinovic does not exist by zoe thomas on tuesday, september 4, 2018 in the end, she ate the paper, its shiny, slightly furry surface sticking to the roof of her mouth and making her gag. her husband laughed when he found out, but it was something she had to do. she didn’t trust the power it had over her, and the only way to break that power was to break it up with her teeth. it sat in her stomach, making her queasy, but through the dizziness and chills that followed she was content. she had finally finished it. nina wished she had worn more clothes at the border point. her children resembled giant balls, their puffed-up coats bulging around them. she was shivering through her jeans, and her scarf offered little comfort. her husband david’s face was set like concrete, but she could see him shaking in his leather jacket. “it’s ridiculous,” he said, for lack of anything to do but complain. “i remember when they’d let you in with just a passport.” “at least they’re letting us through.” she took out the envelope containing her documents and thumbed through it for the fifth time. she ran through all the explanations she could possibly give if the guard questioned those papers: excuses for everything from incorrect orthography to the variation in color between her and her husband’s work permits. “next!” the guard’s order rattled through the loudspeaker, and david jumped. he took lara and petra in hand and walked, with only a little hesitation, up to the booth. they’d registered the children on his papers, and so he was the one who had to explain the situation to the guards. at the time, he’d insisted on it–he was the one who’d travelled through this very checkpoint several times, back in better days. now, nina was frantic with anxiety, and she squinted towards her family and their conversation with an unimpressed officer. after a couple of minutes, the officer gave them all back their passports and other papers, and they set off towards the exit. it was her turn, and she stepped forward feeling the crescendo of blood in her body, rising in fear. when she reached the booth, she saw that the officer’s eyes were a jaundiced yellow, though the rest of his face was pale and papery. she placed all her papers on the wooden surface, and he took them from her. she watched his eyes flicking through her passport, work pass, and entry permit. he collected her papers together, stamped her passport, and handed them back to her, along with the card that proclaimed her to be a temporary resident with the right to work. “thank you,” she whispered. the officer ignored her as she stuffed her papers into her handbag and walked towards the rest of her family. for a little while, nothing strange happened. then nina tried to go to work. she had obtained a job before they had come, at saint anthony of padua gymnasium. she would replace the school’s former french teacher, who had disappeared one day in mysterious circumstances, according to the student who shown her to the principal’s office. nina asked what these circumstances might be, and was told that the most popular theories were elopement, involvement in a cult, and selling her soul to the devil. she felt rather less enthused about her new job, but kept on walking, her shoes clattering on the polished floor. when she entered the office, the principal–dr. lisa amstutz, the plaque on her desk said–shook her hand, and nina introduced herself, tripping a little over a language she knew more as an intellectual exercise than a living thing. “of course, since you are a foreigner, i need to see your residency card,” dr. amstutz said. nina pulled her card out of her purse and handed it over. it was the first time she had needed to use it. dr. amstutz frowned, and stared at the card for too long to be reading it. “what is wrong?” nina started forward in her seat. “this says you’re not nina marinovic.” she handed it back, and nina saw that the name printed in black ink was nika marinovic. she closed her eyes and opened them in the hope that the letters would change while she wasn’t looking, but they remained as before. “there must have been a mistake,” she said. “i really am nina marinovic–this card just has an error—” “i’m sorry.” dr. amstutz rose from her chair and gestured towards the door. “we can’t have someone teaching here if they’re not who their documents say they are.” “i have a passport from my country–won’t that do?” “not if you don’t have the right to work.” “if you give me time, maybe i can get new papers. it’s a mistake.” “i don’t have time.” over the top of her glasses, dr. amstutz regarded her the way one regarded a criminal’s photo in the newspaper. nina felt hot and embarrassed, and gave up the fight in favor of scuttling away. “i’m sorry,” she said before closing the door. continue reading 0 fiction tcl #27 - spring 2018 the garden of esther by aaron moskalik on thursday, august 30, 2018 see that sun up there? it’s just painted on. the real sun is a raisin with all the juice sucked out of it. i know ‘cause i saw it. but before that, i lay in my own garden beneath another fake sky. i knew the shape of every rock and leaf, the buzz of every insect, the whistle of every bird. i smelled every flower, climbed every tree… but i stayed out of the woods. mother said i should never go in there and i was a good girl. plus also i didn’t have the key to the gate. i let out a sigh. “there’s nothing to do.” puggle opened his eyes and peered up at me, his hedgehog spines tickling my belly. “we could play hide and seek.” i had on my bright yellow dress, my second favorite after the frilly lavender one. mother said i shouldn’t climb trees in a dress if i ever wanted to wear it again, so now i wore this one and yellow’s not a hidey color. i shook my head. “you cheat at that game ‘cause you’re not yellow.” puggle flicked his long tongue at me. bzzzz-whaa-whaa-wa-wa. a cicada buzzed angry not ten feet from me. a meadowlark stabbed at it with her needlely bill. i kicked a slipper at that bird. “shoo! leave that bug alone.” “she’s just trying to feed her babies,” puggle said. that’s all the world needs, more babies. the meadowlark hopped a step away, one beady eye on me, the other on the wiggly bug. “go away bird, i’m the top of the food chain.” puggle made his eyes squinty at me. “what do you know about food chains?” “mr. professor told me about them.” puggle shook his head and looked sad at me. “he needs an upgrade then. they’re called food webs and they don’t have tops.” i stuck my tongue at that hedgehog. ‘cause he’s not so smart, that’s why. everything has a top. mama meadowlark flew away with the no longer wiggly cicada silent in her beak. from inside the cottage a wail burst out. emily, my baby sister, ‘cept i never even asked for a baby sister. well, maybe once but that was before i knew better and i shouldn’t have to be punished for that. puggle rolled off my belly. his ears flicked toward the woods and his eyes got squinty then he turned toward the cottage. “we should go see if lady ella needs any help.” i scrunched my nose at what it would smell like in there. i bet i was never that stinky unless you count that time i found a dead frog and forgot it in my pocket for two days. “puggle, what was i like when i was a baby?” puggle stopped his waddle and looked curious at me. “well, you weren’t much bigger than i am–” “did you love me?” he nuzzled my face and whispered, “i’m here to love you.” i smiled where puggle couldn’t see it. “let’s not go inside then.” i stood and started walking. puggle scampered to keep up. “wait! where are you going then?” “mother’s busy, so i’m going to see the woods.” ‘cept i didn’t say it out loud ‘cause puggle gets nervous around broken rules. the stone path narrowed into mossy stairs near the back of the garden. the flowers and shrub-shapes grew taller as we went until they ended at a hedge three times my height circling

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