Dressage_Gentle Droplets_Snow Blind_Where You and I Meet
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Dressage
I was at the mall late, as bag-laden parents escorted their children towards the exits, when I entered the store where I found the dress. I had come to send some things off, mostly my childhood; I was growing up finally and wanted to make my last walk past these stores mindful, before I had to say goodbye to it all. This store was my last stop: a pink paradise layering tulle curtains over the plush rabbits and heart-shaped purses in the windows. I couldn't tell if the girl at the register was watching me because she thought I was a very ugly girl or an even worse man. I turned to look at a dis...
Gentle Droplets
The tenacious dewdrop has traveled solemnly across the foliage and is prepared to make a final descension; contemplating its pe into the pond, it anticipates leaping towards that glorious impact and initiating the most illustrious ripple. But it never comes. The droplet only gets as far as the brink of the leaf, never achieving the climactic finish it desired. This is the image I see when this wave of apprehension takes over. I’m not trying to bar its progress, I just can’t quite get there, no matter how hard I try to tell them. Why is this happening? They’re the ones that have kept me afloa...
Snow Blind
A travel advisory from the National Weather Service warned a blizzard was coming, stay indoors, do not venture out. Mark threw their bags in the trunk and put a few emergencywww.onedoor.cc items in the backseat: water, snacks, blankets, a first aid kit. Vanessa left the key on the kitchen counter for the owners and hurried their son into the Jeep Cherokee they had rented.The only advice Mark and Vanessa trusted was each other’s. When faced with important decisions, too many strange feelings that led to the right choice had convinced them to live off their instincts. And their instincts were yelling: Leave,...
Where You and I Meet
CW: Domestic Violence“Why are you so chipper today?” Gill asks, brushing bleach on her client’s hair in short, efficient strokes.I smile at her matronly interest in my love life. And her ability to sniff out gossip. “Nothing.”“There’s something.” She raises an eyebrow.I sweep the hair on the floor into a pile, ignoring Gill’s piqued interest prickling on my back.“It’s possible I’m seeing someone.” He has a chiselled jaw and an office with a view of the city. He's alluring and moody. I like him. Would she approve?Gill waggles her brush. “A new lover, Jen? Come on, spill.”“We’re taking things sl...