Birthday Blues

Their muffled words dangled in the air—syllables suspended like helium balloons. Happy birthday! It’s more of a taunt than a song. Hooray, you’re one year closer to dying.  I recoiled as the singers each sang in their own key, until the last line where they synced together and sounded shit collectively. I’m conflicted about what’s worse: the fact that it’s sung at the pace of … Continue reading Birthday Blues

The Man in Forty-Seven

A tremor on the pavement stopped the pedestrians’ march—a tremor that made them turn their heads, squint their eyes, and prick their ears in search of the pulpy thud that birthed it. Their collective search found a crumpled man—a man that once had a name—reduced to shards of bone and scattered teeth. A man whose life ran from him and scurried into the gutters and … Continue reading The Man in Forty-Seven