THE SUPERIOR ACT by Christopher Harris

The latest Slush Pile fiction at Dig Boston:

MY SUPER SOAKER WAS FILLED with cow piss. Bear Claw’s was filled with lemon pudding. Union Square smelled like wet bandages, and I was so anonymous in this crowd of thousands I could barely breathe. We crossed East 14th Street. Vastness never felt so vertical. This was the farthest south in Manhattan I’d ever gone; I’d been in New York three days.

Inside a store called Forever 21, Bear Claw made for the G-strings. (read more)