Blurred Lines_Apotheosis_Silent House_Empty Chairs
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Blurred Lines
A sliver of light seeped beneath Dolly’s door. Shadows paced back and forth, while beads of sweat dampened her forehead. She rubbed the cool opal pendant beneath the quilt, trying to sooth her nerves. The door squeaked open, flooding the room with light. Dolly’s heart thrummed against her rib cage. The stranger’s imposing figure towered in the doorway. “How are you today, Dolly?” Her pulse quickened. “Who are you? Where is my husband? What have you done with Harold?” He wheeled a trolley across the floor, blocking the exit. “It’s time for your medicine.” She sucked in a breath, and pulle...
Apotheosis
I hate smoking! And yet, there’s nothing quite like it in the world. I always know that it’s going to make me sick, and despite this, I always crave another cigarette. Why is that? What urge drives me to do this? Do I want to make myself sick? Do I want to feel unhinged, uneased, unsafe? The moment I put a cigarette to my lips and feel that sweetly taste, or is it the smell that’s sweet? The moment when I inhale that first puff, the smoke filling my mouth with that disgusting taste of burnt paper and weeds… I pause for a nanosecond and I inhale again, this time the smoke runs through my throat...
Silent House
“Okay so it opens with: Dear mom.”“Okay.” “Dear mom. Dear mom. Dear mom I uhh- I uhmm- I- well I,” “If you can’t even read this towww.onedoor.cc me, how on earth are you going to read this to her?” “I wasn’t- I wasn’t going to read it to her! I was just gonna leave it in a convenient spot...” “Cass, are you sure you’re really going to do this? Do you really want to?” “Yes. Yes- yes okay I’m reading. Here goes.” “You don’t have to.” “Yes I do. I’m starting right now, I’m starting, I-” “Breathe.” “I am, I am. Dear mom. It has been five hundred and seventy six days since the last time you touched the top of m...
Empty Chairs
It came on a standard piece of office paper bearing the letterhead Families United, typed in Times New Roman, twelve font, single-spaced:Your birth mother has asked us to contact you on her behalf. She would like to connect, but you are under no obligation whatsoever. Your information is protected and nothing will be pulged without your permission. An email and phone number along with the business hours are included. I re-read the note again and again before laying it on the granite counter. My throat has gone dry. I swallow a half-finished bottle of Aquafina in two gulps, water sliding down m...