Academic journal article Chicago Review

The Fire

Academic journal article Chicago Review

The Fire

Article excerpt

From the bedroom window I watch the cars passing. In the kitchen the fire smolders.

The hum of tires sliding on wet asphalt. The teapot hisses puffs of smoke. Across the way houses blur in the drizzle. The first golden-red flame effloresces. A huge puddle at the curb, wheels splash mud.

The lion-fallow tongue pounces on the cloth hanging from the oven. A risky swoop-now it devours a magazine, a bundle of envelopes on the table.

Languidly I reach for my coffee grown cold. Tasteless, brewed over again from the same filter. The square covered with linen burns evenly. Next to it a shelf: bags of flour, rice, napkins, boxes of spaghetti, tea... I could pick up one of the eight books I have started, if I felt like it... In the cave of the bedroom bats fly, I no longer see the walls. I prefer to observe the pastel smudges of cars shifting through the steady grayness of the street.

A pillar offire enters the hall, chars coats on a coat-rack. A lonely spider-like passerby, a black jacket pulled over his head. …

Search by... Author
Show... All Results Primary Sources Peer-reviewed

Oops!

An unknown error has occurred. Please click the button below to reload the page. If the problem persists, please try again in a little while.