Mourning Becomes Nausea [Flash Fiction]

Nausea comes and goes in waves. An ocean of nausea. Tides come in and tides go out. Storm surges raise the height of the waves sometimes, overcome as you are with this special nausea. I remember one time after having seen a production of Beckett’s Endgame, I met up with friends and drank myself until … Continue reading Mourning Becomes Nausea [Flash Fiction]