by Anastasia Shuraeva
Joey goes to war and comes back with nine children.
It sounds like a joke. Coos Frannie, large bracelets clanging on the diner table. She was prodding ice cream down into her glass with a straw, milling it before each sip.
My soda was cherry-sweet, fizzy. I tried to pay attention.
Twins, the ones he had in Korea, went missing. I nodded. They crossed the border to - well, as dumb as it sounds - play new arcade cabinets. I watched her long nails as she picked up a fry. That’s when I found you. I took another sip.
About the Creator
Lisa Herdman
I'm learning to be wildly inappropriate, ridiculous, needy - and alive.
Thank you so much for all the support!
Comments (2)
Wow, the backstory that goes with this micro-fiction noir. Just sitting there with our cherry soda, trying to understand as her words whelm us with their casual nonchalance.
Dear Lisa ~ I've missed you. You and Anastasia make a lovely team: I mean who hasn't Subconsciously Poked at our Ice Cream Float! Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal "Family" Community -