Last week I had some short fiction published by Nat. Brut. It made my month.
"He, as a teenager, watched himself. He made muscles in the bathroom mirror and admired the basketball swishing through the ring over his garage door and looked for the eyes of his teacher when he raised his hand. He’ll have never had a second set of eyes behind his own, won’t know that every time I looked in the mirror I was searching not for myself, but for those others."
Nat. Brut is a super-smart and thrilling publication; check out this essay by Camille Rankine. I'm also impressed that they agreed to use my story's emoticon line-breaks:
[+](* *) = peeping tom at a window