Blue Saskia_Past Demons_Biscuit Baby_The Fall Through
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Blue Saskia
Why she is blue I do not know. Her face glows bone white in the moonlight. She turns her face toward the moon and closes her eyes slowly to bask in the lunar glow. When she opens her eyes again they become portals swelling open across her face. The iris’ glow solar orange and spin like Saturn’swww.onedoor.cc rings around the dense black holes of her pupils. Whereupon the moon is reflected, pock filled and cratered, in near perfect accuracy. There is nothing in those vast eyes that can give me a clue as to why she is blue, save the imagery of everything she observes with wistful intent. It is these times I f...
Past Demons
Jeffrey snapped his gaze from the diner window to the front entrance. He clasped one hand over his front pocket, and the other crept toward the butter knife next to his unfinished breakfast platter. Any doubts he’d harbored after spotting the green sedan in the parking lot vanished when a familiar priest and college student entered the restaurant. The former carried a backpack over his shoulder while the latter held a notepad. Both of them stood with their backs to the wall and scanned their surroundings.They then spotted Jeffrey and headed over to his table. Jeffrey compiled a mental list of...
Biscuit Baby
I stared at the test results. They were seared into my mind at this point. Medical terminology and all this high-end wording to tell me the one thing I’d feared for years. I would never be able to have children. The hour after the appointment, after I’d gotten the papers from the doctor, I considered the fact that I’d had no reason to make this appointment. There was nothing that had screamed at me to speak to a doctor about this. Nothing aside from my own fears and anxieties. Everyone in my family was fertile; blessedly fertile. A family tree full of young parents, with double digits when it ...
The Fall Through
No passerby bothered to look up at the terrace of the giant yellow building. They certainly don't know what it is that is going through my mind as I push myself off the side of the terrace. The first gusts of wind hit my face and the force of the air makes my eyes water. I am falling and the ground is looming close. Only few metres are left. Five, four, three, two.... I sat up on my bed to find myself surrounded by darkness, only a dim white light entered my bedroom through the glass window, probably coming from a distant house of an insomniac. It's been years since I dreamt about that dream. ...