Girl, Interrupted

You, Viola, hadn’t believed in love at first sight until you met Evie. Yet it wasn’t just love at first sight, was it?

It was love at first sound, love at first gesture. At the dress rehearsal, you saw her and heard her and watched her—something in you began a wordless plunging backward, a deviation from orbit, or perhaps you were moved to a new kind of running and you wanted to catch up and flesh everything out with volume and nearness, tease it with breath and order.

You, Viola, were immediately lovesick like a schoolgirl. You had never, not once, been lovesick like a schoolgirl before. You, Viola, had never experienced this intensity of craving for another human being. There had been dalliances, romantic affairs ranging from lukewarm to indifferent, but never a bright flame, never Salome and her instant cinema flickering warmly in the shadows.

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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