I Was a Choker and I Was Not Able to Hold My Breath

"I was commanded just as i'd been commanded at one point to flee the restaurant and destroy myself never to tell the story of my choking" "It felt as if some god or kofkin father or wrestling coach were making me an offer. If you swear you will not recount your choking will not turn it into a story i will allow you to survive" You can hear more read by the authors on new yorker fiction podcast  and discuss this month's featured stories.