Two ladies passed by me today to find a vacant bench on this small Brooklyn park. They looked at me with contempt. I don’t blame them. Sitting next to me are my three-year old brown loafers, my backpack, and the curvaceous, lingering scent of the woman who helped me make a mess of my bed [...]
Archive for the ‘Short story’ Category
The Pigeon Girls of Neverland
July 25, 2010
The Day Madison Blue Left
March 28, 2010
By Pol Arellano Madison, that’s her name. She stirs my metaphorical cup of joe, if you will; she is fine, so fine. Madison goes for a daily swim in my mind as I ride my beat up car to work. There, I would stare at her for brief moments from across the hall. She would tinker [...]
On Lost Things and Insomnia.
August 28, 2009
By Pol Arellano Some people get angry when strangers open their mail. Seeing their husbands getting it on with their blonde dental hygienists does it for most 30-something, middle-class wives. Me, I only get angry when my wife dies. I’m one of them simple types, I guess. She had a problem with her heart, the [...]
Kat A. Tonia
July 1, 2009
By Pol Arellano A short story I wrote years ago. They carried me. Slowly, ever so slowly down the pebbled, meandering path. The sun, the wondrous myth, was in a state of LOOK AT wrath. He was wicked, oh yes he was. Iwas under his painful spell. And yet my grotesquely painted skin of impeccable [...]
Luisa and the Darbies.
June 11, 2009
I am Luisa, and I really, really, really want to have a Darbie doll. You see, for my birthday, I want to get a big, beautiful Darbie Doll, with pretty eyes and long legs. I’ll tie long ribbons on her hair and they will dance and write my name in the wind, all cursive and [...]
Protected: Black Spots.
May 14, 2009
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
McDunnit.
March 31, 2009
By Pol Arellano, 2009. My cousin loves Mc Donald’s. He said that if he were gay, he’d marry Rowald McDonald. But gay marriage isn’t allowed here, so they’d have to move to America. Rowald’s an American citizen. He can petition my cousin and they can live in California. But my cousin isn’t gay. He just [...]
Move.
February 27, 2009
By Pol Arellano It’s eleven o’ clock and all the fight ran out of me like a schoolboy being chased by six-foot bullies. I just had about enough of waiting. I’ve been waiting for her to come out of her room, that oftentimes putrid and sometimes haven of a room. She stayed in for hours [...]
Inconvenience, Stored.
October 21, 2008
By Pol Arellano, 2008 Hello, sir. Fine morning isn’t it? Hm, yes, quite. Will it be cash or card sir? Card. Here. [BEEP] I see you’ve found the new 17-in-1 coffee. It’s all the rage nowadays. Haven’t tried it out yet, though. Is it any good? Uh, I really don’t know. Oh, good, good. That’s [...]
The Long Trip to Itay’s Heart
October 20, 2008
By Pol Arellano, 2008 Inay woke me up early today. She wiped the sand off my eyes and told me to get up. She went to my wooden closet and took out one of my prettiest dresses, the ones I wear to special occasions, like when lolo died last summer. My dress is so pretty, [...]
