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August 4, 2010

Flash Fiction Draft: Night Memory

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Night Memory: The Only Light in the Room

I’m waiting for a cab outside of a school. It’s late afternoon, but not dark. The cab arrives and five of us strangers pile in. The first stop is only maybe three hundred yards down the road.

It’s suddenly darker, just past dusk. When the cab stops, the kids next to me start to exit on the street side. The cab driver yells and then slaps the side of my leg with his hand. I am stunned and yell, Hey! (mostly out of fear). For a moment, I think I’m in danger as I recall the two side streets we have just driven past and the apparent mayhem at the end of each block.

I get out curbside to let the kids out, and after they exit and run without paying, the taxi screeches away without me. One second, I think – it’s closer to go back then to run in the direction I was headed. But I left my bag in the car, so I chase. (more…)

July 30, 2010

Flash Fiction Draft: Bird Dream, or The Inherent Value of Emu Eggs

Emu Eggs

Emu Eggs. Egg of Emu. Eggs Containing Emus.

The problem doesn’t so much as start in Portland as it does in Southern California, about eleven hundred miles away. I don’t realize it at the time, but my girlfriend and I are breaking up. One day we are together, a couple. Then suddenly, we are not.

It is early morning, and things are being done around the house. What at first appears to be simple cleaning, chores and the like, suddenly turns into all-out house moving. I don’t recognize the apartment as my own as such, but can tell that I live there with my girlfriend. Or at least yesterday, I did.

When her ex-boyfriend appears, there is also an abundance of cats. After my cup of coffee that morning, I head to the bathroom, where there is a short line of new cats, waiting patiently for their time under the hood in the litter box. This only strikes me as strange for a moment. I am in there on other urgent business.

It dawns on me in an emotion-less way that i am moving out, and my girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend of old has moved back in to her life, and our former apartment. But we’re all friends, so this is more like a television show version of the same events than anything real, which is to say, painful but also remote. (more…)