Five Lovers_motley_The Green Fairy_Metro Station Call
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Five Lovers
It was the beginning of December, and Heather was so confused. She was secretly dating five people and was so scared that they would find out about each other and hate her. Heather had many friends, but deep down, she wondered if they were really her friends or if they pretended to be because she came from wealth. She never felt like she could talk to any of them about her problems or what she was thinking. She always felt so alone, except when she was with Janet.Heather’s mother was a lawyer and her father a doctor. They lived in Los Altos, California and her parents were very well known. Wh...
motley
Mike likes origami. He has the patience for it. He’s one of those people who can take the time to see how something works, every fold connects in his mind, revealing the final product before he even starts. Not everyone is gifted with that. The others envy him. I enjoy the crane’s the most.The folded animals and flowers never last very long. Ben throws them away, complains about the space they take up which is ironic because he keeps buying unique or ornate chess boards to display around the apartment. Mike is always sad when he realizes what happened.Gabby cooks all the time, as often as she ...
The Green Fairy
“Two stiff drinkers fertilize the olive grove,” Sallow says, dropping his guard after a night-long bender. Sallow knew it was foolish to imbibe in his own product. “What?” Cash exclaims. “We don’t need dead bodies. Could be risky.”“Easy pal,” Sallow chides. “The first threatened to put us in for bootlegging five years back. Sniffing for the free product. The second tried it on for a share in the business. Both got a taste of the “The Xtra Green Fairy." I boiled and dried their body parts, put them in a bone crusher, and dried the mixture into calcium-rich fertilizer.”Cash’s face loses color.Ab...
Metro Station Call
The groans of the trains in the metro station are rivaled only by the trill of a man speaking rapid Spanish to his wife across the tracks. The red line roars through the metro station, heading to a destination somewhere outside the city. The cement bench under me is cold. I do not mind. My remorseful suitcase sits on the bench next to me. The process of packing felt like a dissociation, someone else, a hopeful lover, folding the clothes instead of me. My phone balances in my hand, and this call has been short. A voice inside me pushed me to do this now, I do not know what. I cannot tell the di...