High society. Twenty-five floors high. And the floors are all glass, mirrored, swallowing the lights from a panoramic city, distorting them, condensing them, fanning them out in a rainbow across the expanse of some two hundred square feet. A few… Continue Reading
Three days before Christmas, Mary slipped in the shower and cracked her head on the soap dish. I found her half an hour later. The water was long cold and her skin had turned purplish, like an overripe plum. Her… Continue Reading
They got this sign hanging in the social room, cute, with a picture of a beat-up but well-loved children’s teddy bear. Says on it, “Everybody loves fat old wrinkled teddy bears.” We’re supposed to think of us, cause a lot… Continue Reading
Her wrinkled face, once smooth and beautiful, had been burned by the sun and seared by the wind. She spent her days bent over, a crescent-shaped figure, feeling for berries ripe to be picked. She worked alone in the field,… Continue Reading
The man on the bus made bird noises. “Tsweetswee, coo…coo.” He had dirty clothes on and no coat. He had probably been let out of hospital to save money. Probably. One guy gave him a serious stare before returning to… Continue Reading
It’s early morning in the natatorium. He watches her swim laps, long fingers cupping handfuls of gorgeous turquoise water, long dark hair trailing in the wake. Illumined by the glow of the underwater lights her pale skin pulls him under.… Continue Reading
78 days ago. That morning, I had burned my tongue on my coffee which already had too much cream in it. I remember this because the pain was something that I could focus on. Something besides his leaving. Usually, when… Continue Reading
When the bus dropped me off, I checked the mail for my grandma as I always did. In the stack, there was a letter for me, which felt odd and exciting. Letters don’t come often for most sixteen-year-olds. It was… Continue Reading
It is nearly impossible to remain motionless, though I’m persistent in trying. Even as I hold my breath and concentrate away a blink, my crossed leg tics. It’s barely perceptible, but the slight tide of blood causes my dangling foot… Continue Reading
Russell Briggs drove long haul, only one time he ever told me about it though. Drove a big rig three years, until he come down a pass in West Virginia thank god no other cars on the road and out… Continue Reading