I am in Paris spilling gin, clinking cracked porcelain teacups.
AU REVOIR BY SHANNON MARIE KELLY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 27
34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 27
LUST FOR ORDER:
SHANNON MARIE KELLY
TODY WAS A SEVEN
Nasreen was standing and smoking on the corner right in the nook of the curve of the road. Somehow, even though she was only assigned to Jason’s advisory team part time, Nasreen managed to know where he was headed. Their chance encounters on the street happened so often, Jason no longer thought them weird; he just accepted them as one of the surrealities that life in Bagram imposes. He’d play off his insecurities with a joke, sometimes a flirtatious one, but Jason was always a bit ill at ease for Nasreen. She just didn’t quite add up to him.