It was basic arithmetic. My father was a subtraction, one less, and that was the end of it. Death, his death, it wasn’t fair. Just final.

Soon, we left orbit and were cruising toward the infinite, everything gone according to plan and the mission underway.

by Samantha Toh
Baby in a place like Sam Wo’s would make the place less cramped and more cosy, the fluorescent bulbs less stark. Suki took Don’s hand, wishing she could do the same.

by Samantha Toh
This is my grandma: she lies on the bed in a nightgown too big for her, arms poking out, curled as a shrimp.

by Johaina Crisostomo
Neither Ricky nor Tala knew about Mang Oskar; he belonged to another world that didn’t need sharing. A world Juanita, alone, had to revisit after all the pots had been washed.