Outside is the rain half the world waits for as much as we hate it at times; it gives us whatever we can gather from the energy that is frozen and makes up the world I swore I’d never live in. But like everything else it passes on its way to teaching me which way to turn. In the meantime, left with nothing but dreams and memory, I’m practicing for the death we all know is coming, that none of us know how to face. I keep trying the prayers and other means as if each could be a plot twist in the novel I keep wishing I could write. All I want to end with is the person who points down the street.
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Further Reading
DOPE by Kelly Daniels
I met the sisters through a roommate referral service, two dark haired girls with round faces, smiling in the doorway of the apartment. Dora was a touch slimmer, and Stephanie had a hoop through an eyebrow. Otherwise, they looked alike. The apartment, or flat as they called it, was a hallway with rooms on either […]
Anna Greene
by Janet Joyner
Anna’s domain was the wash, which doesn’t sound like much, but took an entire empire of terrain. The back yard for The Pot, on its three legs, above The Fire, bordered by The Tubs. One each, in ascending order, depending on which bits of the cauldron’s stew went where after they all boiled away at their dirt […]
Shedding
by C. Kubasta
He could imagine the way the metal-hitting-wood would echo through the darkened rooms in the middle of the night, bouncing off the worn wooden floors from downstairs to upstairs, her body tensing in the bed beside him.
