A Bookmark for Marcel Proust

by Jimmy Chen

It wasn’t waking up with blood on his pillow that made him wince, for he remembered falling asleep the prior night and seeing a dime-sized zit on his cheek. Nor was it the indentation of his now ex-girlfriend’s head on the other pillow beside him, and its redolence of her. It was the strange sensation that it was not actually Saturday, though he thought it was twenty minutes ago when he hit the snooze button. There are two types of people in this world. People who drive so fast to work that they get into accidents, and people who just rather be late. Chuck’s nature was of the latter.


Jimmy Chen lives in San Francisco, where he writes for fun, and works for money.