Dark Angel was the song he dedicated to Susie.
DOWN THE ROAD A PIECE BY BERNIE HAFELI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 11
She blew him a kiss. It was like he could see it rise above the smoke and neon and glide lazily toward the stage, a rose petal in the evening breeze. Momentarily he stopped strumming, reached up and caught it.
You have sprouted wings, you are ready to fly.
KAYA EVANESCENT BY TRISHA BHATTACHARYA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 11
Suhasini turned as much as she could, to see if she really had wings, and laughed, “Nanaji, don’t talk in riddles; I see no wings on me!” Nanaji, raised his eyebrows in the wise confidence of a man of experience. “You can’t see these wings because they are invisible, like Kaya Evanescent!”
It’s not a glamour part. We’re doing a Western.
FACELIFTS AND CIGARETTES BY DANIEL BEER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 11
The makeup lady really looked at him in mirror as though she were trying to figure out where on his face his aged showed. Then glanced down at the cover of the magazine. “I would never have guessed that you two were the same age.”
Never tell Susan
you slept with Daniel.
SO VERY GREEN BY SARA BASRAI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 11
She will never understand. Eighteen years old will not excuse any of you now. Why hurt her? Why reduce her?
I thought about weapons. Gauchos always have knives.
THE AIRSTRIP BY DAVID MILLER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 11
Down the airstrip where the trail runs through pastureland the gauchos are passing a carton of wine. I’ll have to walk past them to get to town. It’s all open here and they can see me approaching. I think about cutting across the field where the horses are. The gauchos would see me though. I don’t want them to perceive that I’m avoiding them.
Tell me that you’re boycotting McDonald’s.
THE GUY DRESSED LIKE FIDEL CASTRO BY MELANIE BROWNE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 11