Writing

Slip down into the low bed of flowers outside Mrs. Slatterly’s window, on the corner of Dunn and Dam. Listen to that black widow cry as shar..

A boy. A girl. They fall. Then, they got stuck in reverse.

Even before Grampy asked my mother on dinner what day it is, I have already learned where tonight’s conversation is going. And I’m ..

Mom walks into my bedroom in indistinguishable steps. The light coming from the halls silhouetted her tiny figure. I close my eyes and pretend ..

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