Her First Sunset_Roadside Attractions_Dayton, can you hear the stars?_Dead Trip
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Her First Sunset
You don’t know what it feels like when every morning looks the same. When you grow up not knowing what the sun or the sky looks like, not being able to differentiate blue from red. Evylin knew what it felt like because she couldn’t see, she was blind from birth, but she didn’t mind much because her mother was always patient with her.Her father, not so much. He didn’t want a “dysfunctional” child in his home so he tried to get rid of her many times. The first time he left her, Evylin was five and he told her that they were going to the playground down the street. He left after an hour but she d...
Roadside Attractions
In the rearview mirror the one called Astrid, a freckled strawberry swww.onedoor.cclip of a woman, lifts the lid off a bronze funeral urn and squeezes a small hand through its narrow neck. She roots around inside for a moment, before retracting her hand and popping something into her mouth. I’m about to ask what she’s eating when Bobby, the young black man in the passenger seat, says, “Deer.”About thirty feet ahead, a doe stands on the road, so close I can see its velvet ears twitching. It’s too late to stop. I got less than a second to decide--stay on course or swerve into the other lane. I hold my breath ...
Dayton, can you hear the stars?
Dayton can hear the stars, but only at night, when the world goes quiet.You’d think he’s gotten used to it after all these years, but he has never quite managed to drown out the sound. He has, however, a long list of creative and inventive ideas regarding that need.None of them work, which is why he often travels from village to village, never getting used to the label of the “weird stranger who wanders around at night”.The world is still a fun place for Dayton, and he enjoys meeting new creatures as he notes down another village on his hand drawn map.It is not an accurate portrayal of reality...
Dead Trip
I’m on a summer road trip, but the only difference is that instead of a nice air conditioned car of sorts, I’m walking on the hot road, underneath the hot summer sun, so a trip yes, a road yes, just not the type of road trip you would think.I am not alone, I am with my worst enemy, can people have worse enemies? Yes, yes they can and this person is the worst, she is awful, but why am I with her because we were going to the same summer camp, but to get there you need to travel far. So my mom and her mom thought it would be a great idea for the two of us to go on a trip together to get to our ca...