I always assumed that phone booths were a thing of the past. Apparently, not all of them. Near the edge of town, I huddle inside the small phone booth just outside the old abandoned mall, not daring to use my cell. It only takes Henry three rings to pick up. […]
Tag: Serial Story
Advika: Part Eight
I’ve never liked April Fools. Like the constant spring rain, the memory of it seems to hang over the whole month, a constant reminder of how stupid you were to believe in things being normal. Then again, you’d have to be pretty naive to believe that. Things have felt off […]
Advika: Part Seven
Maybe one of the best things about being a third culture kid is that you learn not to make plans. In a world characterized by hopping from military base to military base, it’s a relief to not have to think about the immediate future. If only that message had gotten […]
Advika: Part Six
So… Valentine’s Day. In all our years overseas, I never really put all that much stock in Valentine’s Day. Even in those times when the places we were stationed did celebrate it, it never seemed like all that high of a priority to me. There was a silent understanding among […]
Advika: Part Five
Looking in from the outside, I never really understood America’s obsession with New Year’s resolutions. Sure, it’s a fun excuse to get around to something you’ve put off, but if it takes a once-a-year-holiday to get you to finally start something, you probably won’t be sticking at it for very […]