“This was two months before he left his family. Arthur can’t tell you exactly what he did on that birthday, only that it left a taste of fatty pizza and cheap plastic in his mouth, that it involved a giant singing rodent, and that it was important to him.” Weekend Fiction By Delaney Nolan
Delaney Nolan
About Delaney Nolan
Delaney Nolan's fiction has appeared in Oxford American, Guernica, The Rumpus and elsewhere. She was a 2013 Klaustrid artist-in-residence in Iceland and currently lives in Istanbul.