Compass by Dani Sandal

It’s three in the morning and my wife is standing in the doorway of our garage in flannel pajamas and that pink robe she’s worn since high school. She’s watching me use a red Gerber spoon to dip into the urn and finally she goes, “Bobby, you just can’t do it — it’s too morbid. What kind of ceremony is that anyway, to shoot someone out of a gun?”  – – Dani Sandal


Published by Marcus Slease

Born in Portadown, Northern Ireland, Marcus Slease has made his home in such places as Turkey, Poland, Italy, South Korea, the United States, Spain, and the United Kingdom – experiences that inform his nomadic surrealist writing. His latest book is Never Mind the Beasts (Dostoyevsky Wannabe 2020).

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