Gina by Jamal Johnson

Gina I  In Prague, where Gina died, pigeons perch on orchid carts like clergy, cloying dispensation on unabashed passersby.  Autumn last, her affair with Gregor ended, Gina instructed me to abandon the dowdy innocence of our flat above the abattoir, and travel with her eastward. Dutifully, I gathered our belongings, embraced my beloved, and together […]

Weekly Flash Fiction: Lab Partners

I felt like a caged animal sitting there in the glowing blue light – a fluorescent hue radiating from the only lamp in the room. I imagined lizards emerging from beneath the shaggy area rug or snakes advancing greedily towards my throat – their cold thick bodies slapping across the wood floors. His face looked sallow and […]

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