Elizabeth Cooperman

Very short excerpt from The Last Mosaic

 It occurred to me that I may never be in that city again, so walked down to the river and then along its banks. The people in bars, restaurants, the music much louder than I’d ever heard it, a crass of scarred sound. I walked on, defending myself against the selfie sticks, wondering why anyone would want to see themselves,where I tried to burn the image of the uplit bridges forever into the membrane of my eyes.