Happiness where are you? I haven’t got a clue. —Eytan Mirsky


Gina—pretty, thirty-two, and who wears a lot of black, not

because she is in mourning but because she’s got nothing else

to wear—has started making love with a boy of nineteen on

a semi-regular basis, a practice she finds vastly rewarding

although occasionally problematic, which is not to say the boy

hasn’t demonstrated a remarkable learning curve.
Elephants, having been hunted into near extinction, paint!

Sometimes better than people!
This one time, Gina’s boy (trapped in an elevator) thought:

I’m trapped in an elevator. You hear stories like this and never believe them.

The elevator rose thirty-six floors at an astonishing speed before

he hit the emergency button which, to his surprise brought him

obediently, politely, to the ground floor. He walked right out.

‘God of Unfulfilled Longings’ from the collection God of Missed Connections by Elizabeth Bachinsky,

published by Nightwood Editions. Used with the permission of the publisher.