Devon Halliday | Writing

Work Experience

In the intern cave we are hungry. It is Wednesday and we were promised pizza for lunch, but no one knows when it will arrive, or who will be called to retrieve it.

Read in West Branch

What Kind of Monster: All Fours, Alas

In the summer of 2024, I left my marriage and, with it, my house, my hometown, and my job. A year later, I had a new partner, a new apartment, and a new job.

Read in Liberties

Nothing that Counts

Claire is at the refreshments table, skimming the picked-over strawberries and the ignored grapes and the square vat of what’s probably hummus with an expression of polite optimism. A minute later, she’s nowhere at all.

Order One Story

The Baker's Wife

She did something else before this—she might even have done it well. Refugee resettlement advocate, dental hygienist, accountant, small claims court lawyer, social media manager, physical therapist, insurance agent, pharmacist, dance teacher.

Read in Adroit

King of Thieves

They both still played the game. In the evenings after work they would log on around the same time, Louisa with some takeout dinner propped between her keyboard and monitor, Greg seeming not to have eaten or slept since the last time they played.

Read in Idaho Review

If This Reaches You

In the valley there are wild goats. They patrol the wandering fields, grazing the grass down to a fuzz, dandelion stems hanging from their comical mouths.

Read in Southern Humanities Review