After loss leaves Taloa alone at the edge of her village, the ocean becomes the one place that asks nothing of her. Then, one morning, it gives something back.
One Small Proof is a quiet short story about grief, tenderness, and the strange ways a brief connection can outlast even the people who made it.
Ys Goldt is a multidisciplinary writer and artist working across fiction, interactive media, design, and performance.
The form changes, but the question remains: What is the truest form for an idea? And what can be removed until that form becomes unmistakable? Her practice moves between the sentence, the image, the interface, and the object. Across these forms, she returns to attention, devotion, psychological transformation, and the interior cost of being seen.
She is the founding editor of Nachtljocht, a quarterly journal for fiction and short plays, whose editorial, visual, and material language she developed.
Born and raised in the Everglades, Ys still lives there among things that may or may not exist.
This narrative is charming and bittersweet. Ys’s wonderful way with words is a joy to read! I especially liked the effective language usage—not easy to do in a short story but necessary. The subtext offers significant emotion and thought, showing that emotion transcends language. The human experience requires sentiment to become relatable, and the pain can be perceived throughout. I also appreciated the immersive, subtle atmosphere buildup that evokes a sense of melancholy, longing for a different outcome. Pacing is one of the toughest things to get right in fiction, particularly in short stories. I felt the pacing struck a proper balance between action, character development, and buildup. It never drags.
“One Small Proof” is a character-driven story. Regarding the characters, Taloa is a compelling personality whose every action guides the narrative poignantly. Tomas fits the narrative as a calm individual who meshes well with Taloa. Despite their language barrier, their connection is beautifully shown through their facial expressions, actions, and shared silences. Human language is more than mere words. My only suggestion is to vary how the passages begin by including more than character actions. Otherwise, the content of the story is captivating!
A speculative piece on how love and belonging can transcend cultural, linguistic and historical boundaries. I feel this was done very well in fact, and once I had a foothold in the work I breezed right through it with no trouble at all. It reads very clean, and it's lean too. The piece doesn't waste words with what it's trying to capture, which boils down to two wayward souls brought together by chance and a hope to be seen. It is quiet where it needs to be and paints the scenes with expertise and artistic brevity. No points are left over explained, and the reader is allowed to make their own inferences and connect with it in their own way. A fine short story that is worth a few minutes of just about anyone's time, in my humble opinion. Excellent vignette that will resonate with those who have suffered loss, loneliness, or have felt themselves lost at sea and yet are only a few feet from the presence and potential of human connection. The whole piece manages to go full circle by the end scene, with an optimistic nod towards the wheel of life and the beauty that stands out in and amidst our analytical lives.
I'm not unfamiliar with Ys' works, so of course I went into this one already knowing I'd love it; and alas, I was not wrong. It's such an atmospheric read. You go with the flow of the writing, and it immerses you in the story. It feels like when you're watching cartoons as a kid and see a character floating along, following the scent of a pie. As an adult reading this book, I follow that scent to wherever it's leading me, but before the warmth of romance can seep in, something else has already found its way into your heart. You know what will happen, but you hope the next paragraph won't do to you what you know it will. And when it does... Oh well. Such is life, I suppose. You want more. You need more of it. But sometimes, you only get one small window to appreciate what you have before it's taken from you. In the context of reading, this encapsulates this short story perfectly. This book reminded me of something I've always thought: I'd rather die young with a love that fulfills me than live without ever finding it. And even though those aren't the only options in life, if I were ever given the choice...
I read your short story, and I have to say it was very sad and sweet. Now, I'm typically a person who needs to spend at least a little while with two characters before I can really start to feel emotional with them, but even with that I thought the story was nice. Two people, who didn't speak the same language and who we would think would be at each other's throats feel a connection between each other, cut short by the natural process of death. The conversation between Tomas and Taola was sweet, and the tone being somber and soft was nice, and it was like, disappointing when he died (Disappointing in a good way.) It reminded me of that feeling when I lost some of my chickens (And I know losing chickens and humans are very different, but the emotion was similar, and I love my chickens).
This is simply a beautiful story. It's a rather undefinable genre -- something between historical fiction and literary short -- but all the more enjoyable because it doesn't fit any label perfectly. It's the kind of story that makes you think, and pay attention. The descriptions are rich, evocative, and unsettling in beauty. I especially appreciated the dialogue. Purposefully done in two languages, it creates that sense of meeting the "other," seeing them as human, yet not quite understanding them. And the ending? Appropriately vague.
Take yourself on a journey for a brief, tragic and beautiful moment with One Small Proof. It's absolutely a gem. (I received an advance review copy for free, and I am leaving this review voluntarily.)
One Small Proof. Words that could mean many things, as with any sentence the meaning is subject to the circumstances of both the writer and the reader. Within this short story, Ys delivers a heart-wrenching story of things that pass us by, whether we want them to or not, and the grief that comes in many forms during that process. I am picky with how short-stories land for me, but this was a delightful read that captures exactly what it is meant to: the feeling of loss, grief, and wonder at the small moments that make up our lives.
Oh this short little gem is so gorgeously written!! The way the scenes flow, it’s almost like an immersive experience. The connection between the characters, even though they don’t speak the same language, chef’s kiss 🥹 I didn’t expect it to be this good but I’m so glad I picked it up 😍 Such a beautiful, calming read. Reminded me of the sea 💕
Thank you to BookSirens & the author for the ARC, I’m leaving this review voluntarily 💕
I loved this short story! The writing was so good that it made me feel every emotion and every sensation; the setting was simple but impactful for the plot. I did not expect to receive a sense of longing and grief from such a short story; it's an amazing work, and that's how you know an author is great at her job!
In every aspect this short story was the most immersive experience for. The description of the setting in each scene, the flow, and the dynamic between the characters - it forms this serene, and quite resonant piece.
Love has a way of slowly dropping things here and there and slowly building up until it becomes something that can't be ignored anymore. This is a story that overcame grief, love, reality and healing. I received an advance review copy for free, and I am leaving this review voluntarily.