Short Fiction The Hum Published in Four Way Review, April 2024 Hand rapping the dashboard Morse-code style, you approach the intersection of yet another dust-caked town where the red lights seem to always flash. The cigarette wedged between your index and middle finger ashes across your shirt sleeve, your pale thumb bending so far back it looks like a U-turn. Against the black fingerless glove, the curve of your thumb seems even more exaggerated, almost alarming. You scan the crossing and proceed right through. I tune into the drum of rain on the car roof. With Macon behind us, home is just a dreary hour and a half away. “Uncle Soul,” Published in Centaur Lit, November 2023 Vacancy Published in Joyland, December 2022 The typing in the back room thundered pompously. I met Mona in this exchange office in St. Vitus eighteen months ago. I had just peeled myself out of the hands of my boss and buried my nose in the novel I was reading at the time. My boss fancied himself a writer. Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, he was a tall, bony bachelor. He moonlighted as an editor of an environmental magazine with a circulation of zilch and dabbled in fiction. Editor had a needlefish mouth and a hard-edged jawline. His face looked gaunt, scripture-like, and I got the feeling that inside he gaped empty as a walnut shell. Like Loading...
Andrea Jurjević 