Two Years After the Accident

by James Tadd Adcox

“Can you feel me here?” he says. “How about here?” “There’s no exact spot where I stop,” she says. “There’s like, a gray area, maybe.” He presses his face against her stomach, one of those gray areas. It’s weird, she thinks, both of us getting turned on, with him trying to figure out where I end.


James Tadd Adcox lives in Chicago, where he edits Artifice Magazine. He has work published or forthcoming in Barrelhouse, Mid-American Review, Another Chicago Magazine, and Requited, among other places.