Yet another great addition to the River Ram Press writing collective: I give you Ryan Licata and his story “Mislaid”. Enjoy!
By Ryan Licata
Melville Erofeyev woke at dawn with one hand entangled in his matted, sandy-brown hair. He had slept this way since childhood, and his mother had once remarked that her son held his head while sleeping, because it was probably the only time he used it. It had been a restless night, his sleep cut by quick, sharp visions that left a complaint like hunger in his gut. Lying in bed, he listened to the old floor boards creak as his mother moved about the house. He thought about Nastasya, and how he needed her. She’d broken it off, and he’d said some things, but still it might work out. If he left now he could make it to her apartment before her dance class.
Slovenly dressed in an overcoat and trousers that were comfortable, but too large, he left home. He walked unevenly as if with a…
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