Wet
Glen Pourciau


Big store, books and music. I drifted to the music to browse. A guy in the jazz section looked up at me, then down, then back up. He didn’t seem familiar. He moved in my direction, his stare making me sweat, days I couldn’t remember, under the influence. I walked away, dodged a customer, didn’t look back until I was locked in my car.

He limped toward me, stopped at the driver’s-side headlight, stared through the windshield. He came to my window, which I lowered.

“In a hurry?”

“I don’t know you.”

“Amnesia? I can help.”

He put his hand on the back of my neck and squeezed.

“Pressure,” he said. “You’re wet, something coming out. Something in you remembers.”

His eyes withered me. He shook my neck and let it go, breath on my face.

“Careful, look both ways,” he said. “They have nice restrooms inside.”



Glen Pourciau’s collection of stories INVITE won the 2008 Iowa Short Fiction Award and was published by the University of Iowa Press. His stories have been published by the Antioch Review, Epoch, failbetter, Mississippi Review, New England Review, New Orleans Review, the Paris Review, TriQuarterly, and other magazines.



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