Steve Almond, "Moscow"

Visions of a naked woman, the Kremlin and freshly made hershey's kisses dance in his head.

(from My Life In Heavy Metal)

She told him: "I am completely naked."

This story was sort of a story, but more like a thinky, cinematic series of images and contemplations. Really abstract at times. It's a strange thing. Brief and captivating. I can't quite figure out why a person he doesn't know answers the phone naked, but that's alright.
Read it here.
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