A man sat at a table turns in his seat, the better to face a window, the better to face away. Kindly women sat round the table next him quietly discuss their knitting and a wayward granddaughter named Kim. The man’s writing has been paused: an incoming text, a loss. Slowly he removes his ear buds, his glasses. Slowly the window before him dissolves. Slowly he reaches for a stray napkin, left over from lunch. Suddenly the conversation next him falls silent.
* The name of dear friends’ Cavalier King Charles Spaniel who recently died.
P.W. Bridgman’s third and fourth books—Idiolect (poetry) and The Four-Faced Liar (short fiction)—were published in 2021 by Ekstasis Editions. His writing has appeared in, among others, The Moth Magazine, The Glasgow Review of Books, The Mulberry Fork Review, The Honest Ulsterman, The Galway Review, Litro UK, Litro NY, The High Window, The Maynard, The Antigonish Review and Grain.