Fiction

The Empty Chair

December 17, 2010 • 0
What’s the point? wonders Jack, laying out knives with their blades facing the plates, the little desert forks across the tops, the folded napkins down the other side. His hands moves swiftly over the tablecloth, adjusting and readjusting in staccato bursts, as he finds clusters of errors — six settings sans spoons, three with wine »