Kyle A. Kramer
Bio
producer type in BKNY
Stories (3/0)
And Eat It Too
The sun glinting off the rose gold-plated clasp of a Gucci cakebox catches my eye. She looks like she can definitely afford the designer work of art dangling from her shoulder, no doubt housing maxed-out tiers of delicious plant-based vitamins, minerals, adaptogens, nootropics, pharmaceuticals and the best enhancers money can buy. She looks like a walking Annie Leibovitz portrait, floating through the café, being fawned over by everyone that brushes up against her chemically amplified aura. I try to avert my eyes, focus on my fellow have-nots, but it must be a privilege convention or something; I'm bombarded by Fendi, Versace, YSL, and Chanel. It’s not even the cakeboxes themselves that tear out my soul, so much as it's how vibrant those wearing them are with their perfect skin and features carved by an Exacto knife. Their unbelievable natural scents swirling together and filling the room with a gorgeous bouquet of wealth and chocolate.
By Kyle A. Kramer3 years ago in Fiction
Transmission
A pregnancy was cause for celebration, or would have been had Elan and Belle been in possession of a fourth life license. Each had one, tied to uniquely sacred objects. Elan, a small bronze figure he’d played with as a boy. Belle, a gold bracelet that had belonged to her grandmother. Their young son, Adler’s, legal right to exist was represented by a misprinted coin from the old world, rare enough on its own. The three objects were kept in a safe, bolted into concrete under the floorboards of their modest home.
By Kyle A. Kramer3 years ago in Fiction
WRITERS BLOCK
Every day was the same in the Writers Block, and had been for the past five years. For Minty that meant waking up in his cube, booting his terminal, taking an assignment, typing, submitting, hoping it was accepted and that money was deposited into his account.
By Kyle A. Kramer3 years ago in Journal
