Pink Star

type

Short Story

Awards

Collective Unrest
Pushcart Nomination, 2019

excerpts

We love dancing, Shaj and me. We get the new moves in the internet café. Sometimes we can watch YouTube and Vimeo over someone’s shoulder. We practice the dances at Shaj’s house because she has her own room. I like the modern dancing where you shimmer your shoulders and hips like a wave. I like to think of being a wave that can just run away into the sea.

They found Shaj. She was in the forest. They saw the pink and yellow costume first. They said it was all torn like an animal had chewed it up.
We had a procession and flowers and the drums.
I did not have to see Shaj. I know how she looks, and it is not a torn-up puppet.