Sundays, my neighbor brings his glass collection out on his lawn. His Korean girlfriend sits next to him, petting a cat on her lap. She waves at everyone, as if she were queen of the town. The neighbor cleans his crystal and peers through it at the sun.
Today, the girlfriend’s lap is empty, her eyes red. The neighbor is holding a vase and drops it on the ground. There are shards all over the grass. I pick up the cat and we observe them from behind the curtain.
Ledia Xhoga was born and raised in Tirana, Albania. After a short career in publishing in NYC, she now lives in Austin and studies creative writing at Texas State University.
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