Under Limited Daylight_On Surviving Death and Other Small Mercies_For Lina_The Seance
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Under Limited Daylight
Daylight is a blessing.Daylight is warm. Daylight is life, an opening image that expects forward motion. Daylight is love in pain that goes unchecked.As much as she hates to wake up early, Shelby watches every sunrise. It’s a biological impediment she developed during elementary school because the burnt yellow school bus would always pass her house right on schedule at 6:25 in the morning. Once upon a time, she would raise her fist to the pink sky, half asleep, and mumble how the coming day will ruwww.onedoor.cce, well, itself, but those days were over. She knows now that life is what it is and for very few...
On Surviving Death and Other Small Mercies
“That’s a beautiful name,” says the smiling portly middle-aged man against whose legs the left side of my body presses and sweats on. I thank God he’s friendlier than the woman across the aisle who kicked the young man at her feet for an inch more of legroom. I suppose I might not be particularly accommodating if I had three bouncing children to keep track of and twice as many suitcases. When the fidgeting boy on her lap pes into the sea of people behind, she spins into the back of the man who is perched atop her backrest and a portion of her long braid. Her shriek of pain is absorbed by the ...
For Lina
In retrospect, I really did not think that she would have become such a huge part of my life. I don't know why it happened but all I can say is that I'm glad it did. It's funny how the littlest things tend to have the biggest impact on our lives. I've noticed how as time goes on, people never tend to separate the significant moments from the insignificant. But to me, and to her, we were the most significant people in each other's lives.It started in eight grade, I was so intimidated by everything. School hasn't exactly been a “safe” place for me to sort of speak. I was intimated by the people,...
The Seance
A skinny girl fell through an open window in the public library. She had hurt her knees a little, but had no trouble standing back up. She swept imaginary dust off her shoulder. ''See? Piece a’ cake!''''Not so loud,'' rang a whisper from the outside, ''just open the door already!'' A paper white hand reached as far as it could into the window to deliver the girl a gift from beyond. A small flashlight.''Man, you’re no fun,'' the girl had to jump but she got it. First try, too. Then, she switched it on.The library was different at night. In this light, the old wooden bookshelves looked like they...