#DailyFiction

Sali – 2003 There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens.

During a January thaw, water trickled from a burst pipe down an interior wall, into a basement storage closet, and ruined all of Dora’s wedding dresses.

You arrived with startling and terrible news, having decided to inform me of it immediately, audaciously, and forthrightly, banking on my staunch inner resolve, yet showing both pity and compassion for me all the same: ‘I’m afraid you’ll...

The dream first came to him when he was twelve, and it would often return at unexpected times.

When Sami woke up from his nap no the cozy, oversized leather recliner, an old black-and-white Egyptian film was playing on the gigantic TV screen.

I kissed Alice for the first time later that afternoon as she wrestled with the wringer washer in the laundry nook off the kitchen.

If you met anyone as whiny, as disobliging and ego centric as the average narrator of a novel in real life you’d find them unbearable.

Nur Mahdi al-Shahdi wasn’t born just once, but several times throughout the years of his life in the alleys.

Aphrodite *through the dark Symplegades;* Aphrodite perched on her rock at Paphos, and looked out at the Cyprian sea.

Bess Pfeiffer didn’t mean to start anything when she walked into Honey Finnegan’s house with seven copies of *The Joy of Sex*.

Andrea wants somebody to hug her hard, to squeeze her until every bone in her skeleton cracks.