Tag: Fiction
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Page Six
The coats hanging on their pegs look over my shoulder music penetrates my ears drumming through to my feet where they refuse to be still cannot be told where they are treading must contain the shaking legs limbs split the thumping on the carpet where we dug holes for the fish bones found tossed by…
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Ketchup, Bridges, Words.
Drive 272 miles. Check into hotel. Register. Listen. Smile. Nod. Meet new people. Blonde hair. I thought you were a professor. I have saké. I have pistachios. Crack one, pop one. I have greens. Touch lips in the elevator. Look for a condom. Break a condom. I have a fiancé. I am from California. I…
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Fingertips
A slight, dry wind flowed through the trees and under the sky, pressing black dresses against long legs, making hair frayed and frazzled. Morning commuters buzzed along the streets. Oblivious to the chaos beyond the windshield. Trapped in the awful moment, a day set aside for teardrops and sorrow, a girl got out of her mother’s…
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Ear-buds
A few nights ago I entered my apartment building listening to some music on my iPod. It wasn’t loud to the point where I was about to blow the wee speakers out (which happens way too often), but Mozart’s “Symphony #25” was all that was audible. Now, I consider myself to be a safe person. Growing up in a…
Sophisticating the Rudimentary 