The Paris Test

We find a Vietnamese place between where I live and Q works. It’s fair since neither of us likes walking too far from where we need to be. “Why are we getting Vietnamese?” he asks. I shrug. “I wanted soup.” “We’re in Russia. They practically invented soup.” “Yeah,” I agree, “but,” I point to the bowl, “this is the only soup they won’t put mayonnaise … Continue reading The Paris Test

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You Wouldn’t Want to Float to China

I was nine when I found out people could fly. It was simple. Just two steps to the left, then up. A girl in my class taught me. Her name was Kelly. She had bangs. “Just like this,” she said, before showing me. I frowned. I followed the motions. I froze. Like a bubble in cola, I floated. I began laughing as I floated. As … Continue reading You Wouldn’t Want to Float to China

Something To Do With Sitting at the Bar

Sitting at the bar is no different from sitting at home. Sitting at the bar is no different from sitting at home, but drunk. Sitting at the bar is no different than sitting at home, but with people. Sitting at the bar is no different than sitting at home. There is another person sitting at home, at the bar, on the end, she is crying. … Continue reading Something To Do With Sitting at the Bar

Behind the Kitchen Door

Sometimes it is only after I have said something to someone that I realize, I actually said nothing at all. “What?” Harriet asks. “Huh?” “You looked like you were going to say something,” I shake my head. “Sorry, just drunk.” “Sh!” James snaps. We all start giggling. “They are fast asleep,” Harriet consoles James, patting his arm. He smiles, “remember when we were teenagers, in … Continue reading Behind the Kitchen Door

Robot Nipples

We’ve been standing at the window of the hotel for fifteen minutes. “Those two towers over there look like boobs.” “What?” my brother asks. I look away, “nothing,” I mumble. “You’re twenty-eight.” “I know.” “Really.” I sigh. “I miss my girlfriend.” He shakes his head, “no excuse.” I take out an electronic cigarette, puff away. We continue looking out the window; Ohio. Even the sky … Continue reading Robot Nipples