Fiction of the Day
The God and the Giant
By Woo Dayoung
I wondered briefly what fear was. Where on earth did it come from?
I wondered briefly what fear was. Where on earth did it come from?
I’d almost forgotten why we were heading to Himeji Castle in the first place.
The kids saw the scars on his fingers, that big slice on his pinkie, proof of his diligent practice morning, midday, afternoon, and night.
My work made sense when I was drawing schematics and performing calculations, but understanding people and talking to them was admittedly not a skill I possessed.
So get into my death car, everyone, and I will drive you through the flood.
This year so far, I had said, Hello, Goodbye, Do you have change for twenty dollars, Where is the bathroom, and I love you. I had meant every word.
If you ever start thinking you’re great or in the realm of greatness, pay close attention—that means your life is in danger.
Men together bullying, boasting, bragging, buddying up, being belligerent, being bureaucratic, having a blast at banquets and booze-ups, bearing briefcases, breaking promises, and brokering big-shot business deals.
He could tell she knew he was watching, for there was an uneasiness to her stride and to how she gripped her handbag until the taxi arrived.
As the truck slowed to a stop, I read the words FUNERALES REVOLUCIÓN printed on the door in white letters, and realized it was a hearse.