FICTION
“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”
and on and on and on and on they ran, the Merry Men, running from a hundred and one arrows bought with taxes stolen twice over…
At the end of the meeting, the villagers agreed to contribute shillings and pounds to sponsor Elochi to a university in America.
A man with a fistful of showbags said, “That cow sounds like a person trying to sound like a cow.”
“The woman was a catastrophe,” Carlos told me at the time. “But she was as honest as my face is ugly.”
Ever since your son brought you here, things have been different. He was crying when he dropped you off. You still don’t know why.
I’d never heard of anyone having a second baby right after the first one, but everything was so strange in those early days of motherhood that I just acted on instinct.
None speak of how the streets collide in coarse seams like scars, the fresh cobbles unable to level with the ones shaken from their mortar by uncountable seasons.
The most entertaining thing about Miguel is that when he was 13 he dislocated his shoulder playing basketball and can now pop it in and out of place. There is nothing particularly interesting about Miguel.
I know you shouldn’t keep wild animals as pets, but I’ve had the same spider in my bathroom sink for over two weeks.
Before the headaches began, I thought myself sturdy: firm in my foundations, set square like a saltbox house.
Allanson looked out of the viewport, at the ragtag flotilla of ships trailing behind, some of them slow to catch up. It was to be expected with the little time that they’d had to cobble the fleet together.
She turns her back for me to fasten the rows of metal hooks. Why isn’t our small, tender freedom enough?
Mama sped along the highway, unbothered by bits of gravel that flew up from the front tires and struck the windshield of the sedan.
It was spring and the hills were irradient, like they had to get out all their green in one short burst before catching fire.
I don’t know why I was still talking about the rapture. I certainly didn’t believe in it. Regardless, it remained a thief…
When I was on earth I was a pretty good kid. I only got drunk when I needed to get drunk.
Share some abandon.
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