Tag: Sudha Subramanian

  • Melanin and the Pink Tube 

    Fiction by Sudha Subramanian Janice’s cries slice through the hardwood even before I knock. It is a frosty November morning, and the ten-year-old’s screech, spattered with words, is thawing the frigid air in the foyer. I slip my hand into the bag to feel the edge of the plastic tube, and my toes trace the…