He talked about puppets incessantly and I could barely understand anything he said. And he was an insufferable misogynist. And I was repulsed. And yet, I was unable to shake him, to separate myself from him. I offer no explanation for this. There are mysteries in life we must resign ourselves to never resolving.… more
Writer: Salvatore Difalco
2 Colorful Shorts
FLASH FICTION by Salvatore DifalcoJohnny asked if my father had fought in the war. I told him my uncle had died in it, so my father didn’t have to fight. He asked if my father was yellow. “No,” I said. “My father can kill your father,” he said. “He killed lots of people in the war,” he added. “Said it was nothing.” I became concerned Johnny and his father were planning to kill my father.… more
A.M. Pigskin
FICTION by Salvatore DifalcoLife is a hollow horse, but riding it hurts. I’ve considered other ways of living, but I’ve grown accustomed to the junk mail. It reminds me that although I’ve been nudged to the margins, I’m still part of the world.… more
