Choose Your Own Suspense

Whether I had been waiting for him,
or he for me, I could no longer remember.
Or maybe he was a she, and I was a you,
gender and pronouns being so malleable
and always in flux.
Whoever, or whatever it was
on the other side of the door,
I, you, he, she, studied
the fugitive slant of light
spearing the floor,
and a memory knifed through,
just before . . . .
A. The door opened and _____________
B. The door stayed closed and the shadow _______________
C. The light grew brighter and brighter until _______________
D. _________________ awoke one morning to find that ______________________.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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