Essay

The Sun Dropping Behind Jersey [Flash Fiction]

“Sunsets from the Brooklyn Bridge,” she says, “are the most beautiful. You have to go up there and see, she said,” saying said, said saying . . . words, words and more words would only be subtraction.

Years later, I still only imagine she is right.

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