Calla C Smith
“Ode to the Gibson”
Take a seat at the bar, have something sweet, something bitter, or something that burns as it goes down. Try something that will make the darkness stare back at you when you close your eyes. In that moment of emptiness you will lose all fear, just like I did so long ago. You can find your own safety in the low light of the flickering candles and the dark night air just out of reach. Let go. Scream into the void, and I promise you will like what it screams back.
Calla Smith lives and writes in Buenos Aires, Argentina. She enjoys long walks, cooking, and keeping her eyes open for the bizarre to serve as inspiration for her next story. She has published a collection of flash fiction What Doesn’t Kill You, and her work can also be found in several literary journals.
