“Water rose through its interior mysteriously and collected in a font, glazed over the top and down its sides and into the ground where the cycle began again.”
- David Licata, “His children came to him but his wife, bird-like and sad-looking, did not.” hitotoki.
Very taken with these “short narratives describing pivotal moments of elation, confusion, absurdity, love or grief — or anything in between — inseparably tied to a specific place.”
