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Borges, Jorge Luis

The Waiting

On occasion, another excruciatingly bleak day will end with a moderately edifying insignia etched onto your nightcap, and on those occasions, you want nothing more than to return home to tranquility and a nice short harmless podcast. And sometimes, sometimes even on those occasions, your environs just won’t comply.

On occasion, another excruciatingly bleak day will end with a moderately edifying insignia etched onto your nightcap, and on those occasions, you want nothing more than to return home to tranquility and a nice short harmless podcast. And sometimes, sometimes even on those occasions, your environs just won’t comply. And so, excuse the distant screeches from random streetwalkers that intrude on the last few seconds of this podcast. They mean well; whoever those girls are… something about the indelibility of their drunken screams over the denouement of this reading appeals to me. (It sounds rather frightful but I assure you they were just drunk and enjoying themselves). Do they have any idea what they’ve just participated in, to what they’ve been inadvertently appended? We can hope.

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By miette

Miette has been podcasting the best of world literature's short fiction since March 2005, when she was just a pup.

2 replies on “The Waiting”

My friend, check the FAQ. The salad days were dressed with background noise, but if there’s a story you’re dying to hear, and you ask really sweetly, maybe I’ll re-record it. May Be.

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