Eva Lesko Natiello's Writings
The tip of a flame, deep orange and red, reminds me of bougainvillea petals. Fire makes me think of him. Pools of mud, shiny and dark, remind me of black beans swimming in their inky liquid. Wet dirt makes me think of him. A chain linked fence is the weave of a hammock. Galvanized wire makes me think of him. The tear drop on my lip tastes of a glass...
He pinched the corners of the clean starched cloth and unfurled it in the air with a snap. Gravity aided its lazy descent until it covered the square tabletop with just the right amount of overhang on all four sides. The almost imperceptible air pockets beneath the white cloth were snuffed out with one sweep of the waiter’s palm. His...
Eva Lesko Natiello is a native New Yorker, who, by transplanting to the New Jersey suburbs, conceived her first novel, The Memory Box, a psychological suspense about a woman who Googles herself and discovers a past she’s unaware of−set in a fictional upscale...