Beth Weeks

Beth Weeks received her MFA from Miami University in Ohio. Her fiction has appeared in Barren Magazine, Quarter After Eight, Midwestern Gothic, and Rivet Journal. She is a recipient of the Barbara Deming Memorial Fund Grant for feminist writing and the Jordan-Goodman Prize in Fiction, and was a finalist for the Hudson Prize. Her work has been supported by the Jentel, KHN, Sundress, and Hambidge Center residences, as well as the Tin House Workshop and New York State Summer Writers Institute. Her website can be found at bethweeks.com.

Not If, When

I first met Caleb Allen at the twenty-four-hour Kroger where he stocked shelves third shift. He was only twenty-one and had failed out of college the year before because he found it beneath him and told me “the services rendered were not worth the costs incurred.” I was an insomniac, and near nightly went to Kroger at three in the morning to meander among the concentrated fruit juices and cans of condensed soup, under fluorescent lights that tricked me into believing I should be awake anyway.

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Beth Weeks

Beth Weeks received her MFA from Miami University in Ohio. Her fiction has appeared in Barren Magazine, Quarter After Eight, Midwestern Gothic, and Rivet Journal. She is a recipient of the Barbara Deming Memorial Fund Grant for feminist writing and the Jordan-Goodman Prize in Fiction, and was a finalist for the Hudson Prize. Her work has been supported by the Jentel, KHN, Sundress, and Hambidge Center residences, as well as the Tin House Workshop and New York State Summer Writers Institute. Her website can be found at bethweeks.com.

Not If, When

I first met Caleb Allen at the twenty-four-hour Kroger where he stocked shelves third shift. He was only twenty-one and had failed out of college the year before because he found it beneath him and told me “the services rendered were not worth the costs incurred.” I was an insomniac, and near nightly went to Kroger at three in the morning to meander among the concentrated fruit juices and cans of condensed soup, under fluorescent lights that tricked me into believing I should be awake anyway.

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