Vinnie Quan
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Stories (8/0)
The Case
THE CASE Of Merlot It is a full flight on a small plane. People are engulfed into their own conversations. A mother is cooing her wiggly child to sit still before take off. Then the overhead announcer interrupted updating cabin policies. Seat belts clicking away and the flight attendant paced down the aisle with a lead foot to make sure that luggage was properly stowed away.
By Vinnie Quan3 years ago in Humans
Murder
The sky is covered with black specks flying in circles. Crows! Lots of them. Normally a large group of certain animals are named differently. A herd of cattle, a flock of sheep, but in this case, it is called a “murder of crows” or an “unkindness of crows”. Media, different cultures, and literature sometimes paint these creatures to symbolize death.
By Vinnie Quan3 years ago in FYI
Le Attaché
It’s 6am at a poignant little coffee shop that makes legit coffee shipped from Ethiopia. The clanking and the steam from the fancy vintage La Marzocco espresso machine conceals details of small talks and chatters. The room filled with masked people walking in and out picking up their orders. I know I’m practically invisible, grazing my peek and taking small sips of my cappuccino, while the person sits down one table from me. My eyes were locked on the right hand that grips tightly around the bindings of a classic black notebook, about 5x8inches, fixating on the thumb that circles back and forth anxiously and flipping the corner of the notebook like a deck of cards. Pausing and jotting something feverishly, then shutting the notebook again. Is it important information written in those pages, thoughts, words, or chain of events that could never be said aloud? My eyes darted trying not to get caught staring. It would be rude.
By Vinnie Quan3 years ago in Psyche