They said it would rain for seven days in Sarajevo, but it still hadn’t; and it was day three since they’d announced it. I couldn’t tear myself away from the fresh air on the balcony and the noise from the next-door apartment, where a turbulent couple lived. I’d got used to the noise because if it weren’t for it, I would hear the noise in my apartment. Continue reading “A Red Crayon”
I never played with a Sindy. She was my older cousin’s best friend though. I knew a Barbie once. But we never got along well. I’d see her occasionally. She never saw me though. I neither liked her nor disliked her. With time, she made me feel uneasy. I couldn’t comprehend her hair, her face, her body, the way she’d feel under my fingers, her existence. Continue reading “Foundation”
“If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself.”
HERMANN HESSE, DEMAIN
To Franz and his pal, Gregor.
I am my own worst nightmare. I’ve always known but try to hide it. That is why I write these tales that are so absurd and cruel. Continue reading “Quiet, bug, quiet”