Short Story Selections

By Asa Montreaux  The man in the tall tower Above the hill The house on the haunted hill Banging a xylophone: a clothes hanger A mallet ‘Sir, what are you doing.’ Before: Crash, bang, bang. No music. Shaking your heart Awakening from the dream Falling back to it It was nothing but the shock of it feeling Real. Was he? All these places at one time. But One after the other. I am here. In their words. In our words, past Present and near future. I don’t know my limitations, But I know my soul’s yearnings, And its aches and its disappointments There were some. Some people let us down.

By Asa Montreaux  Over the couple days I couldn’t take my mind off waiting to find out would happen when I talked with Calum, but I still stayed focus on helping my mother. There was no improvement. Though it was only two days. I’m sure my distraction had little to do with. I don’t think she knew what I was trying to do or even what was going on, but she was definitely aware that while she was upstairs sometimes, I was silently pensive, thinking about something. So no one asked me about my secret meeting and I was feeling it was all quite, well, secret, indeed. As my pensiveness became more secret, as I noticed here interest in what I was up to, the veil of subterfuge was complete. We would we two meet, and discuss, discuss, and open up a can of worms. Finally, at nearly 2:30 pm, I received the phone call from Calum. It rang, and then it rang one more time and I realized I had to pick it up. It was actually a phone call. I answered as quickly as I could. There wasn’t even a third r...

By Asa Montreaux  She feels the queen The starry fays surround her now We want the same things We both dream my dream And every star hangs there a while It feels like I lost it all Because you want it all Ledgered it out Her mum isn’t you Her dad isn’t you alright. I know, I knew, I’ve known, for sure. Everybody wanna steal my girl Everybody wanna take her heart away Hands off this off the beat of her heart Find another one because I am there for everyone You’re not there for

By Asa Montreaux  That night, I sat with my mother and maybe for the first time she watched some tv. She sat with her hands in her lap, or sometimes she left them lamely at her sides. She watched it quite intently, I think, and she hardly looked at me. For a while we watched an old episode of Friends, and then the news. After that we watched the Big Bang Theory. A few times I saw her tilt her head in bemusement, or perhaps mild concern for Sheldon, and his social incompetence. I found myself wondering as she did this, what that had to do with him being a gay man. Well—nothing, because that was only the actor, Jim Parsons. I suppose this was just my emotions, a sensitivity to how we are perceived, queer individuals. I couldn’t help but see a gay man acting in the series. The way he spoke, the way he gestured, I saw a gay man. Maybe that was because I knew the way I acted sometimes. Maybe it was something else. He was funny anyways. I swore that was the reason anyone watched the show...