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December 22, 2022 by The Citron Review

by Christine H. Chen


He showed up on her doorstep on Mondays and Wednesdays like an abandoned cat. After she fed him wine and cutlets and love, he rolled over in her bed to snore and disappeared the next day into the skyline. You’re so fine. Like she was one of his samples of lint-less tissue he sold. She was a scientist researching blood thinners. I’m a busy man, he said when she asked to see him weekends. He curved his back like a cornered animal. Finally, she squished him between two slides under her microscope and discovered he was someone else’s husband.


Christine H. Chen was born in Hong Kong and grew up in Madagascar before settling in Boston where she worked as a research chemist. Her fiction work has been published in CRAFT Literary, Hobart, SmokeLong Quarterly, and other journals. She is the co-translator of the French novel Mon citronnier (My Lemon Tree, Spuyten Duyvil, 2023) and a recipient of the 2022 Mass Cultural Council Artist Fellowship. Her publications can be found at christinehchen.com



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