Prompted

January 4, 2023

Albert is reading his writing. God, I don't think I can make it through. Albert likes to write about light through a window. Bowls of fruit. The wings of a bluebird. I don't think I can take it anymore. He shakes like a dildo while he's talking.

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Mar 17, 2023

Down Chuska Mountain

Mar 17, 2023

The wind screams through the pickup. It tosses rusted bolts, fence wire, wrenches, and Sike’s feed bowl about the cargo bed with alarming ferocity. Nina rubs flints of plywood and sheep hair from her watering eyes. She grips Sike’s collar with one hand, the wheel with the other. The pair pop up and down in their seats as the chassis rocks over potholes. The wheels crush agates and quartz rock. The sky turns inky purple, and lightning flares about the clouds. Oddly, there is very little rain.

Mar 17, 2023

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Jan 4, 2023

Aug 16, 2022

Кафе «Шевченко»

Aug 16, 2022

Іван заглядає у вікно кафе. У вітрині, яка виходить до вікон і стоїть поруч зі старовинним касовим апаратом на прилавку в глибині кафе, лежать ряди вареників; червоні краплі малини й гілочка м’яти прикрашають пухкий штрудель. Поруч із варениками викладено ряди сирників із різноманітними ягодами. Витає насичений аромат кави.

Aug 16, 2022

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