The Heaven of Cannibals – New Short Story by Amber Koski

My latest. Thanks to STROGY and all of our readers!

RESTLESS BACKCOUNTRY CANNIBALS

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Amber Koski

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We’d sat at the same 4-way stop sign six times today. The floorboards of Andrew’s car were speckled with fluorescent green chippings from my bored picking, and the white-sky sucked the color out of my face as I looked back at myself in the side-mirror. It was hot but without any true sign of the sun, like I imagine it to be when you stand near the sun in outer space – so bright it’s all white, or in London where they say even the summer’s are grey – hot without the warm hues and blue skies.

If I lifted my leg away from the clingy leather seat again I was sure the seat would come up with it, pancaked to the back of my thigh. There’s nothing to do in Tupelo but sweat, and Andrew and I spent our days conditioning his 4-Runners…

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The Bohemyth: The July Issue

This marks my second publication with this fantastic UK based literary journal. You can read the wonderful work from all contributors here.

 

For a direct link to my story.

 

Amber Koski’s New Short Story – A Forgotten Colour

The most recent attempt…

A FORGOTTEN COLOUR

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Amber Koski

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Surrounded by thousands of spines Barbra plods along, her white hair flat against her head revealing a dappled scalp. The gold chain around her neck which holds her glasses clinks against the metal clamp of her name badge:

Barbra Huey

Librarian

As she leans forward to scan my library card her breasts press her glasses onto the countertop and make a grating noise she is oblivious of.

Have you read my husband’s book?

No, ma’am.

It’s shelved in Non-Fiction H-L.

I’ll look next time, tomorrow probably.

It’s about a golf ball who goes on a journey to find the right green.

That’s original.

The little ball just rolls along – searching, searching.

I settle at my usual table, towards the back, to the right with a view of the large brick high school across the street. They don’t use brick much anymore. Too…

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