The Zoologist’s Lovers, a hot-linked novel by Alex - Page 8 [featuring easy Spanish interjections, ‘a pleasant graveyard smell’, the sex of figs, an Old World Sparrow, Earth and Everything.]

Swamped with memories, I leave the roof and the Madrid skyline. Buildings and years away, Algeria changes the channel. My friend, the professor, is still sleeping. My cheeks feel fresh and cool after the shave. I tear a corner of tissue to blot the cut – blood holds the tissue to my chin like glue. There is a dating game on a channel that is mostly commercials. The host has hair dyed Ivana Trump platinum and wears a tight, magenta cocktail dress. Every few seconds the camera zooms to the host’s

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