(continued from flight, 6, written during November 2013) Phnom Penh I stepped out of the plane, holding my grandmother’s elbow … More
Category: Fiction
familiar scene
An outdoor patio. Whiskey, Cigarettes. The same scene again, ten years later. More gray hairs, some baby crows feet. Alone … More
flight, 6
2002 Pacific Ocean I returned to my seat and found my grandmother rummaging through her slah and mahlu kit. “Yey … More
flight, 5
2002 Pacific Ocean “Oh,” I said dumbly, “that sucks.” Did that mean she was dating a woman? I was not … More
