Emily Koopman
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Jadd's Pear Tree
Just outside Eṣfahān, Iran - 2004 to 2006 grandfather جـد Jadd Khina Mirzaie sat back against the 40-foot tree, her eyes closed, humming her favourite song. Droplets of sweat provoked by the midday sun were eagerly absorbed by her black hijab. This was the blueprint for most of Khina’s life. She waited all year until the towering tree began to bear the fruit it was intended to.
By Emily Koopman4 years ago in Fiction
Compulsion Loop
Yes, I killed Mara Makovsky. But it’s not what you think. I wasn’t stumbling through the shallow soils and cracking clays of Khunale while blood as thick as syrup dripped between my fingers for the hell of it. Fuck, it was 105 degrees out. I looked down at the locket, fondling the heart-shaped copper in my unsullied hand. Despite my best efforts, Mara’s lifeblood had already seeped its way into the intricate engravings -- the ones that were unique to her. Well, to her and Brooks. When the locket’s crevices were full, she’d be gone from this plane. Somewhere better, I prayed.
By Emily Koopman5 years ago in Futurism
