I’ve only been to New York City once. I drove in with my cousin. He lived in Brooklyn, working as a stunt double and he had my name. It was a lovely day. We got Creole food and took it up to the roof of his apartment complex. Down the street there was a party going on and people were shouting things like “Hey!” and … Continue reading “Jump”
“Do you need an English-speaking doctor?” the nurse asks N, in Russian. N looks to me. “Preferably,” I tell him. He tells the nurse. She directs us to wait. The waiting room is the size of a church; high ceilings and a lot of glass. “This is a nice hospital.” “Mm,” N says. We wait. In the ugly light of the hall I can see … Continue reading Doctors with Tiny Hands
Q sits in my kitchen drinking a canned gin and tonic from a dirty wine glass. “I can’t make any friends in Russia,” he says. I wait. “Q.” He turns. “We’re friends.” He shrugs. “Kind of.” “Kind of how?” “We are just two people who don’t really listen to each other talk. That’s much better than friends.” I frown. “How is that better than friends?” … Continue reading How to Make Racist Friends and Alienate People
Day 365, the end. For those of you who didn’t know, this website was a collaborative project between Nikita Klimov and Benjamin Davis. Ben is from Massachusetts, U.S.A., and Nikita is from Moscow, Russia. They both live in St. Petersburg, Russia for some reason no one can ever seem to grasp. Since October 17th, 2016, Ben has written a flash fiction story every day. He … Continue reading 365 Days Later: End of our Challenge
I’ve been told numerous times never to go into a bar at the bottom of a set of stairs in Russia. I always remember this just after I find myself, inhaling dust, surrounded by cracked support beams and dirty looks. To be fair, this time there are just two dirty looks; a young bartender and a man with hair so dark and skin so pale … Continue reading The Devil with Sawdust in his Hair
Every time I’ve tried to fall asleep for the past ten-or so years, I’ve spent the first twenty minutes–eyes closed–thinking the same thing; it takes the average person seven minutes to fall asleep. Next, I decide it’s time to quit smoking. This goes on for another fifteen or so minutes before I get too stressed-out and need a cigarette. Last night I sat up in … Continue reading Oral Fix-Nation!
Going out on a double date when you have a girlfriend is awkward. “But she said she would only come if she could bring her friend,” Q protests. I sigh, “Come on man, it will just be weird.” “I need you, as a friend.” I shake my head, “I love my girlfriend.” He frowns, “I’m not asking you not to–plus, friendship is more important than … Continue reading H to O
Dave called me in a panic. “Hey Dave, what–” “Hey man, so, you’re pretty religious right?” “Uh,” I frowned at my open refrigerator, I closed it. “Yeah, Dave, I guess. I mean–I go to Church like everyone else.” There was a pause at the other end, one of those tense serious ones. “Dave?” “Yeah, yeah. So, you know, do you think Earth is the center … Continue reading The Center of the Universe