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Not As It Seems
Not as It SeemsThe train pitched forward from Prosperity station causing Lonely to unknowingly grab the sticky, metal pole for support. She was thankful for the weekend but tired of so many gray days. Even though it was midday, the charcoal-colored sky made it feel much later. Low growls of thunder rumbled, and the chilly wind whipped around buildings, foretelling of the impending storm. Wiping her hand on her pants, she glanced around for a place to sit and saw a young girl with curly black hair sitting by herself. Lonely took a couple of steps toward her, “May I sit here?” The girl looked up...
Tourists
TouristsAlicia knew she should have broken up with Darren before their trip to Hawaii, and the fact that she was standing at the edge of a Native burial ground, in the middle of the night, telling Darren to come back to the hotel property line, really reinforced that she should have followed her instincts.She heard Darren’s drunken laugh as he turned on his phone’s flashlight to see the map he’d purchased yesterday at a musty thrift and antique store in Lahaina. Alicia thought that Darren was going to have the map framed for his office back home. It was a great souvenir because it was unique, ...
Of Wisteria and a Moon
A wisteria.A bleeding heart.A snowdrop.These are the flowers weaved through her hair, her clothes, her heart.These are the flowers that represent everything she is, everything she was, everything she will be.A wisteria – immortality. The curse and blessing she is burdened with.A bleeding heart – for all her friends and lovers and children that have come and gone, who now only live in her head and in her heart.A snowdrop – the end and the beginning.When the snowdrops sprout, Winter ends and Spring begins, and she begins again.Her year does not start in mid-Winter like most, her year begins when...
Hospital bed corners
His cornflower blue eyes smiled at me as he reached for the lamp. “I love you. Good night,” he said. “Why do you always look at me?” I inquired, burrowing deeper under the duvet. “I want your face to be the last thing I see before I sleep.” He leaned into me and kiss me softly and shut the light. I had just fallen asleep when I felt the restless kicking, struggle at the foot of the full sized bed. “What? “ my voice thick with sleep. “You did it again” a final kick and then a sigh “You and those hospital corners”, he murmured rolling over creating another wave of movement in the ...