Page 19

:

i s s u e

n o 1

courtesan. I seethed at the treachery and weakness of the bass and the tenor, father and son, manipulative and selfish. Finally, Violetta sang herself unto death with such exquisite dignity that I moved beyond anger into that dark-light place of beauty and tragedy and others breathing it in all around. I

FICTION

N I C H E

“I believed in the love of the rich playboy and the lovely, consumptive courtesan.” wiped my eyes. During the curtain calls, still foggy with grief, I found Jeff’s row and waited in the aisle. We hugged without speaking, ignoring people trying to leave. I breathed in the smell of his soft brown leather jacket. I’d never noticed the smell before, and yet I’d remembered it. Now older Jeff leaned toward me and asked, “Is your mother coming? Danielle called her this morning. Just on the off-chance.” “I don’t believe that. Danielle would never have invited her.” Unless in some kind of MD arrogance she’d decided that every problem—like her eye—was operable. “Philip asked her to. He sees this wedding as a chance to play Gandhi.” “My mother and father spend Saturdays at my little brother’s softball games.” Glen played a riff on Getting to Know You from The King and I. 19

Profile for Katya Cummins

Niche Magazine No. 1  

Niche is an online literary magazine that was designed to be limitless. It aims to provide a place where an array of voices, from experimen...

Niche Magazine No. 1  

Niche is an online literary magazine that was designed to be limitless. It aims to provide a place where an array of voices, from experimen...

Profile for nichelit
Advertisement