A K, Author at Agnes and True

Spectators on blankets dotted the hills around Dominico Field. Bicycles lay on the grass. Old timers sat in folding chairs along the rim of the hill, having arrived before the national anthem was played over the PA system. Fans continued to trickle in throughout the first few innings, searching for a free patch of grass, ready for a summer night’s ballgame after a long day.

It was just me; the AI was not watching the ballgame. Its software was not mapping the eyes, nose and jawline of the batter, the pitcher or the players on the […]

To Be Loved

by K. S. Nelson

Suli lies curled in the nest of pillows she calls a bed, under the heap of tattered blankets that smell like sour socks and a bit like berries because he’d poured cherry soda on them when she said she didn’t want to drink.

He might still be home. She can’t tell because the door deafens the discord enough that if she lies perfectly still only her spine aches.

Her fingers twitch, tightening around her shawl, hand-painted in a bruising violet and reptilian green. The balm’s sting still lingers, drawing tears like Nani’s fierce embrace.

Remember, my jaan, […]

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