July’s story is “Tearing Down the Unicorns.”
I spent my childhood looking for unicorns. When I couldn’t find them, I covered my room with unicorn posters instead–unicorns with long, flowing manes, dancing through fields; unicorns with pink and purple flowers woven into their manes.
When I went to college, I hung those posters in my dorm room. I hung them in my first apartment, too. But then one day I looked at my apartment walls and thought: This isn’t me. I’m too old for this. I tore every last unicorn down that day, and I swore I was through with unicorns forever.
Except I keep writing stories about them. So maybe I’m not through after all.