fountain

by Elan Barnehama



I arrived in the Village in the summer of 1969 and rented a room on West 12th, close to where a bomb went off in that girl’s house.

Everyone I met there was broke, but we didn’t know it. We were confused, misused, refused. We were family.

When we met, she was sitting barefoot on the rim of the fountain, hungry for everything. I didn’t know then that we’d share our stories. That we’d be hungry together. That the fountain moment was a beginning. And how could I have known at 82 that I’d have to finish our story alone.




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BIO: Elan Barnehama has published two novels: Escape Route and Finding Bluefield. His writing has appeared in numerous publications, including Gooseberry PieParisLitUpSynchronized Chaos10x10 Flash FictionBoog CityJewish Fiction, Drunk MonkeysRough Cut PressBoston AccentRed Fez, Syncopation Lit, HuffPost, public radio, and elsewhere. Elan served as the flash fiction editor at ForthMagazineLA, was a radio news guy, and a mediocre short-order cook. He’s a New Yorker by default and a Mets fan by geography. More @ https://elanbarnehama.com

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