“Her eyes seek permission to settle next to me. To me. Yet in her eyes and slight, polite smile, there is no recognition of my face. Just the muted, demure acknowledgment of a similarly aged, similarly hued woman similarly traveling alone. Read the full story here. Published by CatapultOriginal art by Sirin Thada for Catapult
Category Archives: Flash Fiction
A Gravity of Jazz
“I find myself a little jealous of his horn. Of the way his lips buzz the mouthpiece, the way his fingers tickle the buttons. Of its proximity to him when it was the closeness I couldn’t take. Not every day, anyway, or so I told him when I left. published by CRAFT Literary Magazine PhotoContinue reading “A Gravity of Jazz”
The Phonograph
“So now, the crackling rain comes not from the tap-tap-tap of the windowpane, but from the phonograph, as the sound of the vinyl attaches itself to the moondust, riding on the light, through the window. Then, the piano keys twinkle themselves into Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong singing The Nearness of You. To us. TheContinue reading “The Phonograph”