With a broken-down oven, in a hotel kitchen, on an uninhabited island
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Alex Mindt is the author of the story collection Male of the Species (Delphinium/HarperCollins) and is a winner of a 2006 Pushcart Prize. He has worked more than fifty jobs, from schoolteacher to truck driver to professional gambler. He currently lives in New York City with his wife and two children.
At first there’s darkness, and then darkness becoming less dark, then vaguely dark, then just shadows and the glow of sunlight pushing on closed blinds. There’s Melanie’s tangled black hair falling on the pillow inches from my face, a sniffle and the ruffle of sheets as her leg moves. There’s a siren howling closer and closer and then fading. The phone rings, then rings again.
I have been waiting for the voices, for the vague, disarming incoherence of psychosis, for evidence, substantiation, beyond my crooked teeth and lazy eye, that I am indeed my father’s son.