A Literary Journal for New and Established Voices

Category: Fiction

My Taxi Driver’s Story

But it’s just that of all the taxis I’ve ever been in and all the drivers you’ve got to be one of the slowest. And did I ever ask you why you’re not Hemingway? No, but writing and driving aren’t . . . and stuttered into silence.

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Thirty thousand residents lived on one block. Electric cords dipped from the ceiling like tangled serpents. A maze full of alleyways where secrets went to hide.

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Half Moon

I’ve often wondered if your war is the same kind of war that everyone else is fighting – a war on the very sense of self that makes us human.

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