The empty length of the hallway beckoned. There was, he supposed, a word for it; there was a word for all compulsions, a word for everything. The range and flexibility of the English language was as unlimited as the breadth of inexplicable human behavior. And there was so little of Simon’s life that anyone would describe as “inexplicable.”
A blade of late afternoon sun sliced in through the door at hallway’s end, held just ajar by a misplaced door mat. Over his shoulder, laughter rose in the wake of another toast. The sunlight whispered of undiscovered country.
David Pablo Cohn’s first collection of short stories, Eight in Three Weeks, was published in 2017 by Montemayor Press.