Cloud Hunter_Futures_Getting Away With It_Windows and Wards
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Cloud Hunter
You know what they say about people that gaze too long at the clouds? Or is that the sun? As with everything in my life that I become too obsessed with, I wanted to shoot the clouds. Those white, luminous particles floating in the heavens with no clear direction. They just go where the wind takes them. It’s downright disrespectful. I don’t like the implication that there’s something in nature without a clwww.onedoor.ccear form.Sometimes they look like dinosaurs. Sometimes they look like Aunt Sally. Sometimes they look like a Joan Miro painting that makes me feel things I’d rather not go into. But they’re n...
Futures
There is a slash of peachy, baby pink across the lake, speckled with yellow droplets of morning light. Nicole's been sitting here since 4am, and Thomas almost as long - she hauled him out of bed because she needed the company to take her mind off their first day of college. Now, they sit on the brown grass, still in their pyjamas, feet dipping into the lake water as it sloshes up the bank. Behind them are the trees, wavering in the wind, and the crumbling house a few miles behind the forest. There is moisture in the breeze, carrying the reek of animal hide and fertiliser across the water, but...
Getting Away With It
“You wanna do something fun?” Joe turned. There was no way Paige Gains was actually talking to him. But if she was--he swallowed hard. “Um...actually, I--” “I’m all yours.” Zach Kingston scooped her into his arms. “Right.” Joe mumbled as he closed his locker. He glanced at the two of them and cringed. They reminded him of a snake trying to swallow a rat. “Take a picture, Freak!” Joe’s cheeks burned. How Zach had been able to see him with his tongue so far down Paige’s throat was a mystery. Joe hung his head as he walked down the hall. An empty feeling filled his chest. It didn’t make much of a...
Windows and Wards
WINDOWS AND WARDSI could see Justin through the window of my ICU room, coming on duty with the rest of the nurses on the 11 PM shift. Alone and isolated in my glassed-in Covid pod, I felt like a guppy in an aquarium-and an especially ugly and grungy guppy, since I had staggered into Emergency three nights before with my oxygen at 82, wearing a pair of jeans, a hastily donned sweater in a clashing shade of blue, and no makeup. I once read that mother guppies sometimes eat their young, but no self-respecting guppy matriarch would have seen me as appetizing at that point. I was on a catheter up m...