OK, imagine if all the roads and the streets in LA were completely empty.
GETTY WAS AN OCTOPUS BY JIN AN HIRST 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 52 34THPARALLEL.NET
The light was perfect for photographs and he didn’t have a camera.
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She was better than this.
A VISA FOR NOBU BY LAWRENCE F FARRAR 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 52 34THPARALLEL.NET
ISSUE 52 APRIL 2018
GETTY WAS AN OCTOPUS
JIN AN HIRST
PHILIP L BODDY JR
MY PARENTS, DINING ALONE WHEN THEY MEANT TO DINE TOGETHER
A VISA FOR NOBU
LAWRENCE F FARRAR
RICAS PAPAS FRITAS
TEETH OR TELEVISION
MARY KAY WULF
“What do you want? What
can I do for you?” Mounting humiliation and, for the first time, anger touched her thinking. “Why don’t you look at me?”
“You are old. American bitch, you are nothing—nothing.”
The vitriol stringing his words together drove straight into the core of her being. She knew she had deceived herself; knew she’d put herself in a position from which there could be no good outcome. She’d known it from the start, but naively thought that somehow things would work out. They had not. She recalled the ill-concealed glances of people in the consulate waiting room.
Still, she tried to salvage something. “I know we are years apart, but there are so many other things that are good.”
(A KISS CAN BRING YOU DOWN)
BY MARTIN CHIPPERFIELD
Renata slays Sally with bitter eyes and grim slit mouth. Where’s the bedroom? I’ve come to collect my husband.
Listen lady, who do you think you are?
I spent seven years making a marriage and that’s a lot of time, a lot of effort. I’m not losing all that to someone like you.
Sally rests her back against the wall, takes a drag of her cigarette and blows it in Renata’s face.
You fucking slut. The Thunderbird keys scraping Renata’s wedding ring, the stilettos she didn’t wear perforating the unpolished wooden floor.
Slut am I? I suppose you think my beauty and riches dragged him here. Then Sally truly wondering, or was it that I kissed him that time in the parking station? Looking at Renata almost with compassion, at her eyes gone cold with fear, mouth with no lips. Well, a kiss can bring you down can’t it?
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