Two Stories

Two Stories
My Sixth Sense Was Knowing Exactly What Haley Joel Osment Would Look Like in Twenty-five Years

He didn’t overuse his eyebrows or glance off-camera at a minder, his performance felt precarious in just the right way. I bet school friend Amir that he’d continue to act; I could see him as a cosy flannel-shirt kinda guy when he got older. Decades later I find Amir online to tell him I was right. He has no idea who Haley Joel Osment is, or indeed who I am, and for a moment I wonder if Amir was a ghost all along. I realise something I’d always known deep down: our teenage friendship just meant way more to me. It’s a shitty twist realizing you’re the ghost

 

Low Self Esteem at Sotheby’s

I auction myself to the lowest bidder, to someone who didn’t bid at all; an admin department in the back so used to gavel and fast talk they notice nothing–until there I am, shuffling past the photocopier, arms outstretched: take me.

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About the Author

Ewen Glass (he/him) is a writer from Northern Ireland who lives with two dogs, a tortoise and lots of self-doubt; his poetry has appeared in the likes of Okay Donkey, Maudlin House, HAD, Poetry Scotland and Gordon Square Review. His debut chapbook The Art of Washing What You Can't Touch is available from Alien Buddha Press.

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