There is a corridor in Paris where the falafel flows freely. It exists in that strangely melancholic area near Le… Read more King Falafel Palace
Category: Short Story
When I Knew You
It’s odd, that turn of phrase, “When I knew you…” That you can speak it of someone still living. Connoting… Read more When I Knew You
Strip Mall Religion
The strip malls that reigned as gods in her youth had somehow, before her very eyes, turned into spaces for… Read more Strip Mall Religion
Perspectives
A documentary about Auschwitz plays from the living room as my cousin proceeds to strip my nails of their old… Read more Perspectives
The Cochlea is the Root of All Pain
Hell is a lot of things. But, most of all, it’s being in a confined space with someone blasting the… Read more The Cochlea is the Root of All Pain
Autofill A Heart
“How do you have so little nostalgia? How can you be so emotionless about the past?” she asks as he… Read more Autofill A Heart
The Crude With the Crudités
In France, specifically Paris, the French restaurants are even more prétentieux than they are in the U.S. Or, one supposes, than… Read more The Crude With the Crudités
Big Hands, Small Heart
“You have big hands, I never realized.” The better to strangle the patriarchy with, I think, not wanting to bother… Read more Big Hands, Small Heart
The Anti-Luxury Massage
She ought to have known better, really. Truly, who was she to believe that she could ever finagle genuine luxury… Read more The Anti-Luxury Massage
The Château Ho
It’s strange that after all this time, she still couldn’t make it. To the Château de Chambord. Something about its… Read more The Château Ho
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