The Bangalore Review

The General broke out into a fit of laughter, picking up the earthen ball of clay. “Oh, la fille,” he laughed, as my family and I remained still. “You are but a commoner, so you do not know better, but this is a holistically inaccurate depiction!” He would not stop laughing. “Come here, child. You see, the Earth is flat, like this table.”

"What kind of purple?" I hadn’t a clue. She prodded me forward. "Is it blue purple or red purple?" Blue purple, I was sure. "And what color is the shadow?" Purplish grey, I guessed. Yes, she said and awarded me the praising smile I coveted.

“The marigolds are dying,” Maggie started the conversation as if they were already in the middle of a conversation. She then sucked a cigarette, her exhalation roaring into the receiver. “It’s only September.”