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“Sally could not dismiss the feeling that she and the strange man on the bus shared the same baggage, both losing their footing—both with fists clenched against the world.”
― A Kind of Hush
― A Kind of Hush
“As I sat dumbfounded, seemingly paralyzed in my corner, resorting to my old, reliable strategy of scribbling when unsure of how to respond to Sanjit, Sanjit appended his counsel with a dose of silence – one reminiscent to that of a few days prior. The students looked upward and downward, fans to notes to pens to toes, outward and inward, peers to souls, and of course, toward the direction of the perceived elephant in the room, Sanjit’s books. Simultaneously, Sanjit confidently and patiently searched among the students before finding my eyes; once connected, the lesson moved forward.”
― The Local School
― The Local School
“I’m pretty sure she’s got an angel job now where she plucks a large handful of flowers and carries them up to God where they will bloom even brighter than on earth.”
Can we ask God to bring her back home?”
You know what, she’s already home.” Starla patted her chest. “She’ll always be right here in our hearts.”
But I can’t give her a hug.”
Yes, you can . . . if you hug yourself or me or Willa or Daddy or Big Pop or GoGo you’re hugging her because she’s a part of us.”
― A Kind of Hush
Can we ask God to bring her back home?”
You know what, she’s already home.” Starla patted her chest. “She’ll always be right here in our hearts.”
But I can’t give her a hug.”
Yes, you can . . . if you hug yourself or me or Willa or Daddy or Big Pop or GoGo you’re hugging her because she’s a part of us.”
― A Kind of Hush
“Through the open drapes behind the nightstand, moonlight pouring through shadowy leaves fell haphazardly on the plastic bag full of shattered memories of his wife. He sat down on the bed, a dark silent gaze spreading over his face. Opening the bag released the flowery scent of licorice and violets—Summer’s signature perfume, Lolita Lempicka. He remembered she always said the aroma reminded her of childhood lullabies, fairies, and magic kingdoms. Matt buried his face in the tattered polo shirt she was wearing that day inhaling the faint trail of his lost love.”
― A Kind of Hush
― A Kind of Hush
“The orderly brandished a hunting knife from a sheath at his waist and sliced open the prisoner’s throat with it. Warm blood cascaded out of the prisoner’s throat, some of it spraying the captain’s uniform. The orderly waited for the prisoner to bleed to death before cutting the head clean off. Within a few minutes, the muscle that the prisoner built on his body was carved out and thrown on the grill. After the meat cooled, the orderly put the human steaks in front of the captain for dinner. As the captain ate each buttery piece, he couldn’t help but compliment the orderly for a job well-done.”
― The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction
― The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction
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