Why did you come back?_The Dark Walk_The Disaster at Dinner_Red is a Common Color
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Why did you come back?
She opened the door. A stranger was standing on the doorstep, yet not quite a stranger nor yet a friend. She blinked, not wanting to know if it was really him."Hi mom. Will you let me in?" he smiled. She remembered the way his dimples appeared and the crinkle in his eyes, like he knew a good joke but wasn't going to share it. This was not a joke."I haven't seen you in ten years. How are you...I mean. What are you...? mom asked." I mean. Why did you do this? ""Mom, I told you. I had too. I'm a woman. I always was. ""Just because you wear a wig, and a dress doesn't make you a woman.""I had the ...
The Dark Walk
The Dark WalkThe water was ice cold and hypothermia was a certainty and not a maybe likelihood. The splash of her body falling into the water was loud, like a quick burst of noise, in the quiet crisp winter night. But not something that would be noticed by anyone at this time of night. But fortunately for Kelley, a fisherman was on his boat doing some repairs in the cabin of the boat. He stuck his head out of the cabin and looked around for the cause of the splash and then from the corner of his eye, he saw a body in the water. Kelley was unconscious from the temperature of the water when she...
The Disaster at Dinner
As usual, Arlene has the worst timing ever. Why else would she pull this at a family dinner?"Excuse me?" I'm not sure which aunt says it . Probably Olivia. She's always been the best at saying what everyone else is thinking. Must come with the territory, I guess."I will not be continuing the family business," Arlene repeats, conversational. Not at all like someone who's practically committed blasphemy."Damien," our mother calls, not looking up from the carrot cake she's carefully cutting up. "I thought you said here wouldn't be any alcohol."Father is not amused at the thinly veiled accusatio...
Red is a Common Color
A warm breeze brushes my shoulders as I bike down 15th street. It might sound weird, but I'm on a quest to find a butterfly. I want to find the prettiest one. The most delicate one with fragile wings. It's a steamy hot day so surely, they should be out there somewhere. As the wind plays with my hair, I think about her. Her bright eyes wander through my mind. The way she laughed every time it rained. "God's peeing!" She would scream at the top of her lungs. Her smile was a disease if you caught a glance you wouldn't stop smiling yourself. The sun glares down my back so I stop...