The Girl on the Fridge: Stories

“Okay,” Uzi said. “Really. Okay. But for the past couple of months I’ve been feeling, I don’t know, kind of down. The spark just isn’t there. Not when I go in, not while I’m working, not when I go home at night. No spark. You know?”

They drank their third and Eitan said that was how it was, everyone feels that way sometimes

He just had to make sure he wanted to. He thought about it for a few seconds. Maybe in the general scheme of things he couldn’t find any meaning to life, but on a smaller scale it was okay. Not always, but a lot of the time. He wanted to live, he really did. That’s all there was to it

That night I dreamed that I was a forty-year-old woman and that I was disgusted with myself, with my life. With not having a driver’s license, with not knowing English, with never having been abroad. The blood that had dripped all over me was beginning to harden, and it felt like a kind of curse. Like my period would never end