Ravi Mangla

She didn’t want to make an offer on the suicide house. “How can it warm to us with all that trauma in its past?” she asked. “I don’t think I could ever feel comfortable in a place like that.” The newspaper was opened in front of her, the same tiny houses in the same tiny squares. “It’s a house,” I said. “You talk about it like it’s a living organism.” She looked at me, a seriousness somewhere, the eyes or the mouth. “Houses have memory, you know,” she said. “I remember when my father threw a dinner plate at the kitchen wall. We were eating in absolute silence and he stood up and threw his plate at the wall and walked out of the room. Every time I touched that wall after that I could hear the sound of the crashing plate.” Her fingers had closed around the corner of the newspaper. I laid my hand on her hand until her hold loosened. She folded the paper and moved it aside. We looked at the walls, the peeling patterns, and wondered what they would say about us.

Ravi Mangla, depending on the season, can identify as many as three constellations. His very short stories have appeared or will soon appear in Mid-American Review, SmokeLong Quarterly, Gigantic, Dark Sky Magazine, and Everyday Genius. He keeps a blog here.

One Comment on “Ravi Mangla”

  1. 1 People, Shut Up: An Interview with Ravi Mangla said at 10:22 am on January 15th, 2014:

    [...] editor for the Wigleaf Top 50 (Very) Short Fictions and the creator of explosive micros such as Retention and Happy Ending Sundae, Ravi’s made it crystal clear that he likes to keep things tight. His [...]

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