Sublime

They were linked by a hypothetical umbilical cord. His mind floated in the amniotic fluid of memory, listening for echoes of the past.

“But we are the good guys. Aren’t we, Uncle?” “I hope so. I hope we are.”

My father had not so much left us as completed, made visible, an absence that had been present among us all along.

Vincent recommended A. L. Snijders, who had been writing very short stories for many years with, at that time, more than 1,500 to his credit and still counting. He had in fact invented his own term for what he wrote — zkv’s, short for zeer korte verhalen, or “very short stories.” He had recently been awarded a major prize. Vincent sent a story by S