Socks_Fake Friend_Literary Circles._Nighttime from Where I Am
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Socks
“I’m thinking about joining the military.”“Oh?”“Like the army maybe. Or the navy.”Ben’s feet were dangling in the water. Anne had tried to do the same and dipped her feet in, but the water had been shockingly cold. So she instead sat cross-legged on the edge of the dock. She had put on one sock, but the cold water from her dip had soaked it through. So she decided to leave the other foot free. But the night wind bit into the water droplets on left her naked foot. She couldn’t decide which was worse, the damp sock or the freezing wind on her exposed toes. She didn’t put on her second sock or t...
Fake Friend
“What do you mean, you’re dead?”“Well, I mean, I wanted to tell you, it’s just we got along so well and then it just got weirder and weirder to tell you”“I but…like I can see you and I can hug you”“Yeah, I’m not going to lie not sure how the hugging thing works, because I can walk through walls, and I can’t really touch anything.”“I swear I have seen you eat before”“I mean did you though or did you just think you did?”“I guess I didn’t pay attention. Wait does that mean I just walk around looking like I’m talking to air?”“ummmm, again not really sure but what I can say is when I’m with you, no...
Literary Circles.
Tanisha ran her finger down the page. She wasn’t used to looking at the dishes’ names without checking the prices, but it had been a while since she had met Fabian and Leah, and she wanted them to enjoy themselves. Besides, she no longer had to worry about money.The waiter arrived, and each one of them placed their order: tabbouleh for Fabian, fattoush for Leah, and muhammara for Tanisha. “I’ll choose www.onedoor.ccthe wine?”, Fabian asked, knowing that it was a redundant question. He barely waited for their answer before ordering the grenache.“Don’t mind the texting. I’m paying full attention to the conver...
Nighttime from Where I Am
His video was against the light, and he looked like an angel.“Let me just draw the curtains.” He got up from his seat.I expected to see his Eraserheads posters on the wall, electric and acoustic guitars strewn on the floor. Instead, I squinted, noticing an eye chart, trying my best to make out most of the letters. Failing, I scanned the rest of the room, finding on a shelf above his bed, a bonsai tree in between two sets of books, a few I recognize as his favorites and a few looking encyclopedic.The room darkened, and I checked to see my own lighting too.He sat down. His hair had always seemed...