Olivia Ciacci writes fiction in Columbia University's MFA program. Her writing can be found on
Reductress
,
McSweeney's Internet Tendency
,
The Conium Review
, and
The Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review
. Before coming to New York, Ciacci taught high school English and did improv comedy. Follow her online @PartTimeLady.
1. 1994, Record store in suburban mall, Southeastern Pennsylvania Green barn jacket, jeans, t-shirt, and a limp little bra, more of a band-aid than anything architectural. Sneakers. I’m looking for Toad the Wet Sprocket’s album Dulcinea. On cassette tape. “Can I help you, sir?” The sales guy has long frizzy hair, the kind that acts of its own accord, independent of gravity or conditioner. “Miss.” “Sorry?” “MISS. I am a GIRL.” He blinks. Mild perturbation flits…
