Tag Archives: Siân Killingsworth

Diner, Corner Back Booth

In the beginning there was the word and according to someone it was pretty good not great not second-rate but good like a piece of pie at a diner late at night with your high school friends people you have … Continue reading

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Nepenthe

We did all the motions: drive, eat, read, talk, fuck. We did them like normal. Like every day was everyday. Only long-distance. Never good, those calls. Disease, distress on the line. Listening to her die. Your eyes the only things … Continue reading

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Unionist

He wants attention paid. His talent is to outrage. His girlfriend, talking, didn’t see the stop coming, was smacked against the windshield. Split-faced, she now is the conversation, always parry and riposte for herself: no need to speak to him … Continue reading

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