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Between Here and Oblivion and Other Short Stories
Between Here and Oblivion and Other Short Stories
Between Here and Oblivion and Other Short Stories
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Between Here and Oblivion and Other Short Stories

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Four stories exploring a world both comic and tragic and a Korea rarely seen: a Kpop girl group on the brink of stardom and death, a North Korean soldier who wants the bravery of his legendary ancestor, true love after the catastrophe of a tsunami, and the life of a train track suicide cleaner who loses his dream job when the bodies all suddenly disappear. The stories in Between Here and Oblivion are fun, quirky, and bites.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJoe Milan Jr.
Release dateOct 12, 2015
ISBN9781519970039
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    Between Here and Oblivion and Other Short Stories - Joe Milan Jr.

    BETWEEN HERE AND OBLIVION

    AND OTHER SHORT STORIES

    Joe Milan Jr.

    BETWEEN HERE AND OBLIVION

    AND OTHER SHORT STORIES

    Joe Milan Jr.

    Copyright © 2015 by Joe Milan Jr. All rights reserved. These stories are a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, businesses, events or locales is purely coincidental. Reproduction in whole or part of this publication without express written consent is strictly prohibited.

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    The following stories have appeared elsewhere, in some cases in a different form: Faith in Men in Banana Writers, Dreams Obstructed in The Danforth Review, Names in Transnational Literature, and Between Here and Oblivion in Litro USA.

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    FAITH IN MEN

    Seriously, I didn't know until I got off the plane yesterday. I got off the plane and there was no one at the gate, just a bunch of empty chairs. People used to meet each other, you know, right outside the jetway. Little crowds of hugging couples, twirling in each other's arms unknowingly clobbering people, like bad Hollywood. I just couldn't imagine us that way. Other couples, yes. Us, no. And when I saw you outside the terminal standing there with your scrawled name sign, trying so hard to be sweet–I just knew that this couldn't work.

    I didn't plot this. Do you even know what I was doing in Japan? I worked flat-out for two weeks on location, stumbling around in earthquake rubble. It was nuts. Everything wrecked. Everything quiet. No cars, no planes, no phones, only a few brittle sounds of people looking for people. I didn't have time to think about other stuff. Just shoot here, edit on my laptop there, shot by shot, story by story. It was all very zen-like. Then I flew back, got off the plane, and I just knew. And after you left my place last night, I couldn't sleep so I went out with Shannon and got really drunk and well, Facebooked.

    Again, I'm so sorry. I was really drunk and I didn't mean for you to find out through Facebook. I thought I would wake up and I could call you; we could get coffee, then talk, but you know. I didn't mean for you to look at my relationship status and all. But here we are.

    No, there hasn't been anyone else.

    Seriously, there hasn't been anybody else. Go CSI around the apartment, there's no one else. It's not about that. It's not about that time you called out Christina's name. It's not about you leaving your dirty socks under the couch. It's not even about the sign at the terminal, which after a year together you would think you could spell my last name right. W-E-E? Wei is not a hard name to spell–I mean, you spelled Jennifer right, how do you misspell Wei? But it's not even about any of that. It's about us. This. Okay?

    No, I just said it's not because of that. Listen, it's not about doing something wrong, it's more than that. And it's not because you're a masseur. We're just not good for each other.

    I don't know. I just keep thinking about this one story we did about this guy in the civil defense and his wife. They were living in one of those high rises in Sendai–you know, one of those concrete Lego-block-looking things–real functional. Anyway, the earthquake came and the buildings swayed, tables bounced, kids in high chairs vibrated from one end of the kitchen to the other–you've been through earthquakes before, right? They have drills once a month and people evacuate buildings in neat rows and all, because you

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