Knapsack loaded with gems, I wander the market, trying to forget the smell of blood. Bananas sizzle in palm oil. Smoke, vanilla incense, and drum music fill the aisles. A one-eyed man follows me. Revenge oozes from his good eye. He fires the gun inside his shirt and I pray.
Patricia Albela-Silver lives in Los Angeles.
A witch stole our only lemon tree from the backyard. She rode on it, shoving the last ripe lemon into her toothless mouth.
A frightening, nonsensical sense of helplessness woke me up.
Auntie hovered over me and I remembered that real life is scarier than the witches of our dreams.
Azarin Sadegh, a former student of the late Les Plesko, is working on her 125,000 word novel, The Suicide Note.