Hard Chosen Vow Went Wrong_Heartbeats_Not Tall_NANA'S ANGEL
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Hard Chosen Vow Went Wrong
Contemplating what she was to do, Lora paced in front of her living room couch. For a year now, she had faced the problem of her drunken boyfriend, who came home every night vomiting and speaking in slurs. She was getting tired of it and soon it would have to end. A year before, she would have never thought the things that she was thinking to herself, never would she have thought of breaking up with the guy she had known since middle school, he was her high school sweetheart, but now that Damien was 21, he drank all the time, never stopping to listen to her complaints. He came home in such dr...
Heartbeats
The beach will be small. But somehow, it’ll be enough. Two lonely strangers will tumble over its coast like driftwood into the clutches of low tides. Deep within their rib cages, their hearts will be crumbling sandcastles, awkwardly patted together by the children they once were.The woman will stash sand dollars into her coat pockets, saving them to play checkers later with her daughter. There'll be scallop shells wreathed into her hair. The man will have plastic wrinkles melting from his eyes. Years will be carved into his face, making him look older than he’ll be. He’ll stare down a pack of ...
Not Tall
It’d begun drizzling and rain droplets freckled the windows of my car, slowly covering my windshield and hinderiwww.onedoor.ccng sight of anything outside. I sat in the driver’s seat, taking slow sips of the black coffee I bought an hour ago and stared at the sixth-grade classroom door. I’d gotten here earlier when the forecast showed high chances of a thunderstorm today and parked in the spot across the classroom that other parents usually got to first.I exhaled an espresso-filled breath when the door opened. Kids streamed out and ran to their cars, their small hands clutching the colorful umbrellas that a...
NANA'S ANGEL
My mother was dead to me. This realisation came to me in the early hours of the morning as I lay in her stuffy guest room listening to her rhythmic snores filter through the thin wall separating us. It wasn’t because she’d done anything super horrendous. There was no big climactic moment that caused my epiphany. It was more of a straw, fragile and brittle, placed gently on the camel’s back.But she’d forgotten about the anniversary. She forgot a lot of things when I was a child. Almost all my birthdays for a start. The years she did remember, she usually gave me a twenty and told me to buy myse...