Tag: Nikola
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Visible Scars
Nikola has fallen asleep on the sofa, and I don’t want to wake him. He is sleeping so soundly and so peacefully, and for everyone, peace is so hard to come by, so no, I will not wake him. That would be a crime. He has a motorcycle, have I mentioned that? That is why…
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Complicated
Bez is laying on my sofa in a thin yellow dress, the buttons undone from the top and down to a dangerously revealing level. There is a fleck of sky blue paint which nests inside the hollow of her throat, something she’s picked up from the painting she was working on this afternoon before coming…
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Super Bowl Sunday
I’m laying on my sofa in my underwear and listening to Prince singing Purple Rain. Do people still make fun of Prince? Do people still listen to him? I don’t care. It’s one of my favorite songs and one of my favorite albums, and I don’t care what people think about it. One of the…
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Poor Timing
I am sick today. My head is a throbbing ball of mucous, my eyes burn from fever. I am aching in every joint and just want to stay under a blanket on the sofa. This is poor timing, as tonight I have plans to have dinner with Nikola. He is very understanding when I call…
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Also Tesla
“My name is Nikola,” he says, his voice touched by a thick accent, something Eastern European that I can’t pinpoint. “Like the inventor, Tesla.” “Do you work much with electricity, Nikola?” I ask. “Hardly, no. I make things, but electricity isn’t usually involved other than to keep the lights on over my head. Please,” he…