Meryl McQueen

Issue 2: One-Sentence Story


She knew it was him from the scrape-tap-tapping of his cowboy heels on the lino floor in the bruised-blue kitchen at the front of her packed-up apartment five flights high in a converted cotton warehouse across from the park where this king of the jazzed-up junkies played a broken ukulele with bandaged fingers and black stump teeth; she wondered with a distant smile and squinting sight if he remembered her name, and whether he knew she was waiting.

Meryl McQueen’s work has been published internationally in almost two dozen literary journals. She is a recent Seattle transplant with roots in South Africa, Italy, and Australia.

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