A small excerpt from Grant Garland’s short story “Flea Market” reads,
“I drove home with the radio on the passenger seat. I thought about how I never shook the one-armed man’s hand. Then I tried to remember which arm he had been missing. I couldn’t recall. Men shake hands with the right hand. I wasn’t feeling good about the radio anymore. He had given me his word, but we didn’t shake on it. That mattered to some people. I wasn’t sure if it mattered to me or not.”
In “Flea Market,” Garland explores themes of friendship, emptiness and the tricky cost-benefit of deciding whether to fix something mysteriously broken with a poignancy subtly amplified by his dexterous minimalist style. Find the full piece in our forthcoming first issue.
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