Short Stories by Lola Nation - Make it Short

Shouts & Murmurs As published in the New Yorker By Dan Patch & Lola Nation Future Move She suggested that with the inheritance from her step-father and my recent lottery winnings we move to Alaska, kidnapping her ex lover’s daughter, she’d keep house and I’d be a crab fisherman.   I could claim she’s my half-wit sister and get to work with my hands and we could tell stories to the locals which would impress them and build a following we’re use to while living a normal life. I have a psychic gift and foretell the future for her. Here, look into the crystal ball It’s cold, wet and dark. She can see I’m having a hard time writing this because I’m missing some fingers (because that’s what happens to fingers on boats).  I’m kind of drunk too.  I started drinking when I lost the first finger, so, like 4 or 5 fingers ago. I got sick of the tweaker-eskimo neighbor parking his truck in my spot.  Every day I told him “one igloo, one spot!” It wasn