by Yash Seyedbagheri
On Thanksgiving, Nan and I devour Ramens and boxed Merlot. We give thanks, exchange stories of our days. Right when Nan’s giving thanks for my brand of humor, her eyes drift to the TV. Baritone-voiced narrators promise Black Friday deals. I notice something beyond longing. I wish I could get her something, so when she says, “I was just admiring the narrator’s baritone,” I say I believe her.
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Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA fiction program. His work has been published in SmokeLong Quarterly, The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Write City Magazine, and Ariel Chart, among others.
