LiveLater, Inc._Eliza And Her Brother In The Apple Patch._Autopilot_January's Moons
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LiveLater, Inc.
“FED UP WITH THE PRESENT?”The question was elegant in its simplicity and design, laid out in bold eight-inch lettering, white Helvetica against a black background.The overhead lights flickered and the subway car rocked as it rounded a bend in the tracks. The passengers swayed in unison. Daniel Feldman mouthed the words silently as he read and then nodded to himself. He looked around. Morning rush hour. Men and women on their way to the office, black and grey suited, ties in acceptably bland shades of blue and red. One nearly indistinguishable from the other, standing shoulder to shoulder on th...
Eliza And Her Brother In The Apple Patch.
"I don't want to be here" Eliza complained for the 40th time, pulling her sweater tighter as she walked back and forth among the rows and rows of trees each filled to the top with flame-red apples ready to be picked. "You need to get outside more and this is the perfect opportunity," her older brother said as he placed another apple in the basket at his feet. "It's cold and boring here," she said glaring at him. "don't give me that look I told you to wear a better coat" he laughed turning away from the apple tree to face her. "come hear" he held out his hand and waited for her to take it, she ...
Autopilot
“Fucking hell.” I grab my head as it begins to split open like a coconut after a couple of blows from a good, sharp rock. That’s how I describe the feeling tomorrow when I visit the doctor. He is just as confused as I am. Or he will be, at least. “What’s wrong, mate?” I hear the question but Lance’s moutwww.onedoor.cch doesn’t move. He looks over at me with eyes glossy and red, shining out dimly through the smoky haze. I keep staring at him, waiting for the inevitable. Finally, his mouth starts to move. “What’s wrong, mate?” Lance asks. Mate, I thought. That’s not my name, is it? I try to remember what ...
January's Moons
The grass beneath the blanket was growing. She could feel it under her bare ankles as she sat on the wooly fabric of a worn blanket, cross-legged on the lawn outside her bedroom. The place where the words had found her.January’s moons make me think of you, tonight's the biggest yet. Blood moon and an eclipse.“This hurts too much,” Amy whispered to the wind but waited for more. Tonight she would listen to everything the stars had to say. Her hand shook, the pencil marked the page. Amy flipped the pencil around to erase the soft lines, brushed the leftover particles to the side, righted the penc...