From BAMBOO RIDGE ISSUE Number 104, 35TH ANNIVERSARY ISSUE.
Triggers for February:
1. they vanish the minute you ignore them
from “Going Down, Friend,” by David James
2. or we’d all end up slitting our wrists
from “The Helpless,” by R. Zamora Linmark
3. He sat in his car and thought of her
from “The Unkindest Cut,” by Normie Salvador
4. so here I was in Korea
from “Eating Kimchi Jjigae,” by Gary Pak
5. I wish we could talk longer
from “The Stolen Umbrella,” by Eric Paul Shaffer
6. except for the fact that is was empty
from “Schedule,” by Cathy Song
7. an you da one can spock um da bess
from “Squid Eye,” by Eric Chock
8. Nowadays hard fo see where we going
from “Letter to Honolulu,” by Darrell H.Y. Lum
From “Schedule,” by Cathy Song
Sung Mahn opened his eyes, surprised to find he was still alive. He reached for the alarm clock before it went off, careful not to disturb the eight-by-ten-inch frame holding the picture of his wife taken on her seventieth birthday, for years before she died.
Five minutes to seven. Right on schedule.
He pressed the button and returned the clock to its position beside the collection of pendants, silver-plated crosses he had received in the mail since moving to the retirement home from Christian charities thanking Mr. Sung Mahn Park in advance for his donation with a gift of appreciation.
He never sent a single contribution to any of them, discarding the pre-paid envelopes and pleas for help into the mailroom rubbish bin before stepping into his apartment, keeping the crosses, which he placed at the base of Eleanor’s picture. She peered out from a cloud of flower lei as thought she were wearing a ruffled turtleneck. She seemed baffled by all the arrention.
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