Short Stories by Lola Nation - Make it Short

The Daily Affirmation Plan  (1) At the Party, Talking to Colleagues Warm light, corner conversations.   A flush of untucked shirts, pardon me’s, gentle hand on shoulder, passing by, excuse me, coming through. I am barely listening to her, when she says “You know, Jack London wrote that story about me.” “Huh?” I look at my drink, bare bones to ice cubes, I’m melting, I’m melting, I croon in my head like a witchy drunk just converging with the floor. “Jack, the book about the dog that made him quit drinking, you know?   I was the dog.”   She says, seriously, says. I burst into laughter.   I don’t even make the catty remark about her being a perfect bitch too, I am not even sure they existed in the same era and I am certain she only watched the Disney version of any book in her general education vocabulary and remedial inner workings of a brain.   I walk away, fully awake, still laughing and shaking my head and she mouths “Wha?” at me while I turn my head back...

  Odd Fellow “My mind doesn’t work right anymore.”   “You are fine, you just have an abnormal fear of ahlzheimers and probaby did too much acid as a kid.” “No, I don’t remember, people are fading.”   “That’s called age.” “The other day, my boyfriend asked me, ‘so what’s your funniest story?’ and I’m like I’ve got funny stories, I couldn’t think of why I loved Elijah and Seth so much or why I thought we were all so clever.” “You were, you all were.” “Then why don’t I remember?  But I remember every detail about you and what you said hte day we met and the day after that and the years to follow.” “Because, they loved you.  You loved me.” “I loved them” “But you didn’t worship them.”   “We were each other’s world, in it together, it wasn’t a worship sense and i don’t worship you either.” “Did you spend as much time wondering about them and your importance to them as you did hoping with me?” “No.” “You forget things, see?” ---- Concrete Stare “De...