by EIC | Apr 27, 2020 | Fiction, Literature
They were trying the traffic-light system again this year. The plan was to expedite the selection process; make it easier to get a hundred-and-fifty college kids to Japan. The folders were laid out across three plastic tables they’d carried up from the cafeteria. The YES folders were green and occupied three stacks. The NO folders were red. There were too many of them for proper piles, so they were simply dumped, en masse, in bins. Maybe she was right, he thought, and they should have just kept it digital, not bothered printing it all out. The process hadn’t really worked last year either and that year they had only needed a hundred interns. This year they would have one-fifty. Maybe one-fifty-five even.
by EIC | Apr 27, 2020 | Fiction, Literature
You die on a bright and sunny Tuesday near the start of November. The crisp autumn air has a sweet taste to it, and
it rattles out in warm puffs until you breathe no more. (It looks like you’re really trying, but air is for the living,
after all, and ghosts have no lungs with which to pull it in.)
And then you’re getting up, looking at the body that’s turning pale and waxy at your feet, and you must be wondering: what now? Everyone wonders what now before long. Fortunately for you, you’ve been murdered (imagine that– fortunately! Oh, I do crack me up) and so you have a natural first step: figure out whodunit, and then find a way to communicate that to those of us with bodies and larynxes.
by EIC | Feb 27, 2019 | Fiction, Literature
Do you believe in life after love?
by EIC | Feb 6, 2019 | Fiction, Literature
Shadows slide over the earth, leaving and returning and leaving and descending
by EIC | Feb 2, 2019 | Fiction, Literature
Brutus is the tragic hero of that play. It isn’t Caesar, ‘cause he dies
by EIC | Feb 2, 2019 | Fiction, Literature
Do you know that feeling that swells up in your chest, and it kind of feels like gas, but it’s an emotional gas
