Issue #4: ROOTS

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Issue 4 Roots cover

Artwork by Geneva Benton
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 Story Previews


SISYPHUS // C. L. Clark

Killing someone thirty-three times oughta give you some familiarity with a guy.

My step-father, Reggie, stands in front of me, at the other end of the long, metal room, and I shoot him. Dead. He even bleeds convincingly. I still haven’t figured out how they do it—give you these avatars of the ones you used to love. Or maybe still love, in which case, you’re failing and will be stuck in this hellhole for the rest of your life. I can happily say I don’t love Reggie. Sounds bad, but I don’t really know him…

FORTY ACRES AND A MULE // Stephanie Malia Morris

My parents’ farm has shrunk, as old things tend to do. The shed, the workshop, the paddock with its doubled wire fences and chicken coop — all squat and rain-blackened, coming into focus as I step from the car as if I have put on glasses or wiped rain from a window. The house itself stands straight-spined beyond the pear tree, gray in the drizzle, more withdrawn than the last time I visited. The tree has not changed: it towers above the house, branches spread wide, trunk split near the root.

BARBARA IN THE FRAME // Emmalia Harrington

Bab’s stomach growled for the third time in five minutes. “You were right,” she said, pushing away from her desk, “It’s time for a break.”

Summer classes meant papers and tests smashed close together. There was hardly time to get enough sleep, let alone shop on a regular basis. The only food in her dorm room was an orange. Bab picked it up and walked to her dresser, where the portrait of Barbara, her grandfather’s great-aunt, sat.

She put a segment in her mouth and gagged. “Sorry,” she said, spitting the fruit into her hand. Bab forced it down on the fifth attempt.

RILEY AND ROBOT // Arnica Ross

Asad Gregory Johnson counted the beat of his heart in the closing of doors.

That was how he knew it was time to wake: when throughout Boston, one door after another after another slammed shut. Windows closed without so much as a single crack. Blinds shuttered with one last nervous glance. Runners pushed up against the bases of doorframes, stopping the gaps beneath. Vents snapped air-tight. Each day the sound swelled like rain, fleeing in advance of sunset in a wave across the city.

Asad sat up in bed, leaned against the headboard, and watched the sun sink across the horizon…


EXCAVATE // Melody Gordon

The airplane hatch opened and the Pearsons, with guns on their hips and jetpacks on their backs, gathered as a family to look out at the plantation.

They were flying low to the ground. Too low. The hot air whipped at their jumpsuits and the ground rushed beneath them at a frightening speed. Danielle, the youngest and smallest Pearson, stood between her father and her big brothers who were glued to the floor like big brown pillars, watching everything blur past. Danielle was shaking and sweating all over, from the bandana holding her braids back down to the soles of her feet.



Issue Interviews

Indie Spotlight – Milton Davis: Our self-published spotlight feature interview for this issue is with Milton Davis. A segment of book one of his MEJI duology, can be found in the ROOTS issue of FIYAH. 


Quick Sip Reviews:  Fiyah has reached a full year of releases with this issue and it’s time to celebrate! In this case, it means getting back to roots, the theme of the issue.

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