Sofia Unpacked_Wishful Thinking_Another Angle_Thank you for being there when I didn't need you
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Sofia Unpacked
“Listen!”The word jostled Sofia awake. The forest, like a catacomb, enveloped them. Night had come, the world dark, only a thin sliver of moonlight cast a beam into the murky river at Sofia’s feet. “What am I listening for?” She thought to Hira, who paced nervously within Sofia’s mind, the tapping of shoes on a tiled floor echoing in her chambers within.“There was a rustle behind us.” Hira’s thoughts came across as a voice bolstered with the strength of motherhood: a role that had never applied literally, but one she had grown into with time.Suddenly alert, Sofia jolted into a crouch, dead l...
Wishwww.onedoor.ccful Thinking
Greg and I had moved exactly one year after our daughter Esme was born to the perfect little seaside town about an hour outside of the city. Our house was a three bedroom, three bath cape style, light gray with black shutters and a beautiful magnolia tree in the backyard. The house on Birchwood Drive had everything on our check-list; a safe neighborhood, good school district, a fenced in back yard for our golden retriever Sam, low taxes, a two car garage, central air conditioning and a fireplace. I had always wanted a working fireplace. We did not however, ask our relator about the train stati...
Another Angle
Another Angle Written by: Siena Burke In honor of PapaI remember that day when the sunshine on the blanket of snow that spread across the mountain. The light breeze gave me goosebumps everywhere. My ski boot was tight and my ski waxed, I felt as though anything was possible. I stand in the gate that I’ve crossed many times before and each time was more brilliant then the other. The look in my eye was like a gleaming fire that would glow and burn brightens every day. The lady next to me started counting from five down, I plunged myself out of the gate my skis on edge and my turns tight. Finishi...
Thank you for being there when I didn't need you
Dear Marie, We went shopping today. I held your clothes as you tried them on. Hours passed this way, walking in and out of shops, laughing, talking and buying. Afterwards we went to the nearest McDonalds and ate. Somehow the place always brings out feelings for us. It was here you told me about your abusive mother for the first time, and it was here that I told you that I was gay. Almost every time we had been here since, it ended in deep talks and tears. This time we talked about your traumas, specifically the one with Markus. It had been a year now since that night, but you still didn’t slee...