Aaron Krol

“We’ve had fruitflies,” I said, flicking my hand at the bowl where two plums sat mashed together under a film of Saran Wrap. She pulled the shoulder of her blouse up to hide her bra strap and some lace jiggled at belly level. When she walked, the whole kitchen set groaned. Yowzah, thought the dog […]

The lion? They had to put it down, or so was the judgment of counsel, who even came by to see it, cupped on the floor of its enclosure in equal communion with its red medicine ball abandoned in the grass. The fire in its fur made furious shapes from which its dark eyes were […]