The Woman in Yellow by Purnima Bala
I remember her with the clarity of a panic-ridden mind amped up on caffeine and a shot of undiluted desperation. That is to say, I remember her well. It was…
I remember her with the clarity of a panic-ridden mind amped up on caffeine and a shot of undiluted desperation. That is to say, I remember her well. It was…
Two aliens held up one plastic shopping bag apiece. During the day, flocks of bags would bluster around in the scorching breeze, filling the sky enough to provide a permanent…
The homeless man took a hit of crystal meth and let the drug do its thing. He was instantly happy, a false happy, but happy nonetheless. He smiled a goofy…
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You think about all the things your sister has stolen from you: the knee-high My Little Pony socks, the necklace with the interlocking swan charms, Gavin Darling right before semi-formal,…
I reappear in the corner booth of an old-fashioned diner on East 42nd and 3rd. The ruby red kiss of a previous patron lingers on my cup like a cherry…
You are assured that you can pass through. There will be a cost of course. Nothing unreasonable, considering. It is late, she is heavy in your arms, and there is…
The man at the farm shop said that black bees with yellow stripes are angry and aggressive, while yellow bees with black stripes are placid and relaxed. An altogether different…
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I love this green and (mostly) pleasant land of rolling hills, lakes and dales. I even love the rain, because without it, there wouldn’t be any hills, lakes and dales.…