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The girl who was Thursday night
same same
same sameNokyoung Xayasane His hands tighten around her throat. Some people you just had to embrace, had to bite into their flesh, otherwise they walking down the street, would begin to wave and then suddenly leap across a fence—and be gone for days, weeks, months. She had read that somewhere. From a book Theo had…
Things Left Unsaid
Things Left UnsaidNokyoung Xayasane If she were honest with herself, it hadn’t turned out how she hoped it would. Her expectations had gotten the better of her. Sam stood leaning against the kitchen counter. She had thrown the pregnancy test into the trash before Eric got home from class. There had been a part of…
Notes on a partnership
Notes on a partnershipNokyoung Xayasane I write down notesfor my noveland you jot down scenesfor your screenplaywhile sitting in a cafe.I prefer the quiet of the house,the occasional sound ofthe air conditioner turning on. There’s no talkbetween usof what we’re writing.No shop talk.A silent demarcationbetween Church and State.We discuss feeding schedulesfor our cat, a new…
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Bird of Passage 