I Was Here First

July 22, 2016  :: 0 comments

People leaving the stairwell entry in the front row of the bullring’s top tier kept stopping to admire the view, moving on when hearing: “Fucking move!” When Mohican screamed, he stood up. He had stood up a lot. He was in the front row beside the entry. “You’re in the fucking way!” he belched, for the twenty-fifth time. Stunned faces …

Most Pay Homage

January 13, 2015  :: 0 comments

David was studying when his father came home. His father’s face glowed, same as the mahogany table David sat upon. The wood looked burnished by silver light. “Elizabeth and I are getting married,” his father said. Frank sat for the first time ever with his son at that table that was owned by Frank’s mother. “When?” David asked. “The date …

What We See

March 12, 2013  :: 0 comments

Ice chunks flew at people dashing prematurely into the ring. A worried woman shielded her face as icy, Roman artillery pellets flashed around heads as the crowd chanted, “Sons of bitches. Sons of bitches…” A New Zealander looked on and said, “A crowd of heroes.” Entering the ring safely to avoid paying to sit in the stands was taboo. A …

The Decisive Moment

August 16, 2012  :: 0 comments

“God,” my grandmother once told me, “what an ugly thing you are!” Before the black-and-white television, (speech forbidden), she jerked, the expression left her eyes… A stray cat, once owned by previous tenants in our block of council flats, its upkeep shared by the remaining occupants, was in the room observing the urinating woman’s tormented memories spiraling into the abyss, …