by The Last City | Sep 24, 2014 | Short Stories
“Don’t tell Marya. Don’t stop smiling. Don’t stop…” “Mommy, what does it say?” From above, her eyes seemed strangely enlarged, as if every aspect of her body was a frame for those two living portraits. There was a simple...
by The Last City | Aug 13, 2014 | Broken Clocks
I was sitting in my living room chatting with a man who, while attending church, considers himself a muslim, but wouldn’t feel welcome in a mosque. He spoke about Jesus and Muhammad with equal respect, and drew a parallel that put much of what I thought I...
by The Last City | Jul 28, 2014 | Broken Clocks
“Walls” has been the anthem of my angsty years…you know, that brief period of frustration and unsatisfiable anger from age 15 to 27. Emery’s music spoke to me in such a way that even today, should I have a music-trading session with a friend,...
by The Last City | Jun 4, 2014 | Broken Clocks
A year and a half ago, having been living in Hiroshima, Japan for six months, I had a terribly hard time not laughing out loud when I realized the two mid-afternoon visitors to my apartment were in fact Jehovah’s Witnesses… We had pieced together a...
by The Last City | May 22, 2014 | Broken Clocks
(Please Read Introduction First for Disclaimer) I think the fastest I have ever driven a car was about 10 years ago, on the two mile strip between the Forest Drive and Leesburg Road exits on I-77. I don’t know for sure but it was well into triple digits, in a...
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