Abraham Kim @abrahamKim
Hipsters talk more than Boomers these days.
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change jar
It was strange keeping change from a customer.Β
Bloomingfoods
wasn't a restaurant. there was no tipping. At first Drew thought about putting the extra cash into the register. Instead he pocketed it. Figured it would just be wasted if he put it into the register anyway. Although the store always...
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Flash Fiction Practice
Crooked Schedules - 3
"Hello, Jake."
It was Riley from back in the day. We'd both lived in Williams Hall, and we'd often go eat and try to study together. After moving off campus it got hard trying to see each other, and I guess we just found our own ways.Β
"So you're living off...
It was Riley from back in the day. We'd both lived in Williams Hall, and we'd often go eat and try to study together. After moving off campus it got hard trying to see each other, and I guess we just found our own ways.Β
"So you're living off...
Flash Fiction Practice
Crooked Schedules - 2
The next morning I went to the cafe just like I did every Wednesday around 9AM. The music was
cafe-smooth
Norah Jones
. I ordered a black cup of house roast
coffee
, just like I always did when Norah was playing. Something about her made me enjoy that dark...
Flash Fiction Practice
Crooked Schedules - 1
In wintertime I saw a woman in her 50s more often than not anytime I went to the cafe. Besides Sundays, I went everyday so she noticed me as well. Go to the cafe that often and you begin recognizing who comes regularly. Begin to notice out of those regulars...
Flash Fiction Practice
Untitled Shared at Sep 19, 2021
When she broke up with me, I asked her the reason. Right then I realized that she hadn't said a single true thing to be in six months. She'd been always filtering the truth. Because I had been asking impossible to ask questions. Questions demanding heartbreaking answers. Now that she...
Flash Fiction Practice
Death
At the end of her life she wasn't ready to die. It was only then that she realized that it was not death she feared, but having not lived. Six decades she'd passed in constantΒ
FOMO
. And now that she was at what was the end of it, she...
Flash Fiction Practice
White Lips. Pale Face
One winter afternoon he got on the wrong bus on the way home from the field trip downtown. At first he thought he was in big trouble, but the teachers didn't notice. And to his surprise he enjoyed talking with the kid in front of him who had his head...
Flash Fiction Practice
Untitled Shared at Sep 16, 2021
I heard that the tech park had been funded by some evil man.
Who told you that?Β
Somebody. Everybody knows that. Didn't you hear?
Yeah. But I was just wondering.
What?
If. You know? It's true.
Do you think so?
I don't know. Do you really think Joe Peterson--
My friend looked around before quietly continuing.Β
--actually...
Who told you that?Β
Somebody. Everybody knows that. Didn't you hear?
Yeah. But I was just wondering.
What?
If. You know? It's true.
Do you think so?
I don't know. Do you really think Joe Peterson--
My friend looked around before quietly continuing.Β
--actually...
Letters to People
Untitled Shared at Sep 14, 2021
I just went on
Telegram
to write you something I thought of and felt while on my walk this morning. Before you came to visit I was in quite the routine.
tennis
every other day, waking up early, ballerina like work-life balance. It seemed like everything was going swell and...
Flash Fiction Practice
Job's house
Job's house was covered in moss, ontop of a hill, surrounded by trees giving us the impression that we could smoke weed without closing the blinds in the living room and be relatively safe. Now that I'm older I know that we were safe even back then. Funny how back...
Flash Fiction Practice
Untitled Shared at Sep 12, 2021
Mike was visiting a town 40 minutes over for a business trip. When he reached out to me and suggested we meet up I agreed immediately. But deep down I didn't know what I wanted. More accurately I knew what I wanted but realized that I wanted more than I...