When I visit my father's grave, I leave a stone on it. We're Jewish. That's what we do. Just a nondescript piece of rock. Gray, generic and anonymous— aptly symbolizing our relationship.
"Hey, Abdul!" "Hey guys, what's up?" "Where've you been all summer? It's the first day of school and we never even got to hang out!" Habib complained. "You'd never believe me." Abdul shook his head with a wry grin. "It's too...amazing." "Sure we would. C'mon! Give it up!" Ali urged. "Well, okay." Abdul shrugged. "My dad had [...]
It's Fandango's Flashback Friday! A year ago on this exact date, I created this story for a MindLoveMisery's Menagerie prompt. ℵ Dinah liked to think of herself as a realist, immune to faerie tales, knights in shining armor, and dreams that can't come true. That's bullshit kid stuff, she told herself, and Dinah was no [...]
From where does the thundercloud come with its black sacks of tears?~ Neruda’s ‘The Book of Questions’ (El libro de las preguntas). Wild broken-hearted tears of lovers lost or never found in the first place. Tears of anger, disappointment frustration and loneliness — desperate tears offered up to Heaven when all else failed — tears [...]