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.”