“Morning: We shared a laugh standing next to the dumpster because we had both been picking through the trash (to the chagrin of our friends, who never were hungry like us). You pulled a black cardigan from beneath a broken bookcase and, scraping off something dry with your fingernail, draped it over the thin bones at the base of your throat like a fine silk scarf. You were beautiful…”
– From “Chained to Blackstone” by Christian Aguiar
I really liked the setting for Christian Aguiar’s story “Chained to Blackstone”. The diction of the story had the right amount of force and I enjoyed the visceral nature of the encounters.