Pool

"On a bus in China, passing dirt fields and forest, tree barks painted white with limewater, I saw a pool table standing amidst elms, a crusted tarp thrown haphazardly across its’ surface. There was no house for miles, no obvious ownership or narrative. I was alone, incapable of remarking upon it to strangers with their foreign ears and tongues, and so the oddity of it passed, thrown back into the water like a fish."

"Pool" was published in HOOT. It's about foreign languages and petty theft. The full story is available in Issue #36.