In fifteen minutes, she will be finished her meal. She will stand up and speak to the man who has been staring at her across the table. She will answer the last of the questions he has been avoiding asking all evening. She can hear question marks crackling like AM radio reception fuzzing in a [...]
Categories: random acts of fiction
Nicosia Falls was born in the mid-1970s. The exact date was not documented for irreligious reasons. She had an unremarkable education because she refused to answer any true/false sections on exams, stating that the truth or falsity of a statement could not be determined in a non-philosophical setting. Her parents, teachers, and friends rolled their [...]
Categories: random acts of fiction
She washes her hands. The soap smells like the Indian grocery store and other places she’s never been. The water is too cold, but she lets it run over her wrists for a few more seconds than necessary as she scrutinizes the shape of her chin in the mirror.
He opens the door. The air is [...]
Categories: inklings, random acts of fiction
These dark days came without snow and all I had was a memory of never-resting wind as I walked down the alley day after day. I looked for something warm to shiver under. Because the cold finds a way past everything. Into the snarl and snap of morning voices. There is no quiet. Silence rolled [...]
Categories: random acts of fiction
Through a series of accidents, there I was playing footsie with the apparatchik I was never supposed to have met at that bar. The conversation could only be nebulous. My English kept rolling through his Russian mouth, falling to pieces in helpless solecism like crumbs sprayed across the table in a paroxysm of laughter. He [...]
Categories: random acts of fiction
