Fiction

MAY

Litro #162: Literary Highlife | Jam

I killed an angel this morning.I thought I was swiping away a mosquito; one whose wings did not buzz but rather sang, like perfectly tuned notes on a church organ. At that time of morning, however, one’s ears are not tuned for such beauty and so (semi-comatose) I did what anyone who hears buzzing around their ear does:I swatted. Read more →