The Big Game

            Jin-Soo taps an apple with the golf club. It flies over the sidewalk and onto the lawn, rolls for a bit, disappears into a hole. He shuffles backwards a step, takes aim at another apple, and swings. It vanishes too.             The sidewalk is getting cleaner, he thinks. Above him, a crab apple tree…

The Day You Jump

T-minus 3 days.             But I suck at math, so let me back up. You’re surprised? Shouldn’t be. T-minus 5 days.             There we go. In the hallway with Annette Benig’s twin sister. No kidding.             She’s leans in. “You’ve got to be kidding.”             I want to suck on her nose. “Nope,” I tell…

The Proper Way to Live

                A pressing, distressing narrative this is not. It’s 1570 Spain, and I’m a missionary building a church in the middle of the forest. It’s 1960 southern United States and I’m a policeman shining the beam on a tree, and its leaves, as the sky shines bright with stars and people sing in the distance,…

Hours After You

                You didn’t clean up before you got in the car and drove away. But I did. I stayed. You didn’t call when you got to the bar, and didn’t save me a seat, even though I asked if you could. I called, and you didn’t pick up. I sat in the kitchen and ate…

Stillness

            Ayyad El-Habri is a man who is best described as thoughtful, and optimally called by his last name. “El-Habri!” people have been known to cry across the street, and in a world full of people with the same last name, somehow that has always nevertheless meant this El-Habri: six feet tall and grey-haired from…