“Yes, wonderful isn’t it?” Fatima said, smiling. Her teeth were tiny and evenly spaced.
All in Fiction
As your marriage ages this is what you do. You ignore. You lie to yourself. You burn and you burn and you put yourself out with yoga and a Keurig and sumo squats.
Her daughter cringed from the same thing she craved: the spare pleasure of appreciation.
We grew up feasting, the three of us split one flap steak, white bread to mop the grease, button mushrooms, milk. My dad told me to remain with my wife and demalice my mother.
It was my birthday and so he wanted to do something good to distract me from the bad of this, the years ticked, that sick ritual.
I dressed, ate very little breakfast, did Mundane Egg with Marta, played backgammon with Borka, ate very little lunch, took the lift to the basement
You see I was supposed to open and be co-proprietor of Macelleria 86. Instead, I was the recipient of an envelope with the store’s name embossed on the back. It was quite the reversal of events.
This adult-generated stream of language, which generally completely bypasses the idea that space is itself a medium that can be experienced and responded to sensitively, for everyone’s benefit, is like an incantation that is darkly magical in that it makes space disappear.
The leaves shade a girl. They shade three identical girls.
I've touched the interiors of too many mouths to feel anything for them anymore.
My body a desk
She marries Ross.
The pupils of her eyes move in to touch.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get an appointment with me?
Jane wanted to go to the fetish ball. Jane was my experimental friend.