Starting Coversation_Red_His Name Was Ezra_Poisoned Cucumbers
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Starting Coversation
Rowan looks up from setting down the second plate, brushing his hands off on his jeans before heading to the door. A nervous habit obviously…could vampires even sweat? He shakes the thought from his head, clicking his tongue piercing against his teeth as he thought to move back to that later.Who was at the door, and what was happening now was more important.Opening the door, he has to remind himself vampires don’t need to breath, and that’s why he was breathless. He knew this was a lie, the figure in front of him still as stunning as the day they met, but he needed something to keep his cool.“...
Red
I wanted to tell Kaitlyn to keep it down, but she just kept running her mouth. Dave’s Diner marked the last stop for a hundred miles before we reached the Cadillac Farm in Amarillo, Texas. Older couples and day laborers filled the surrounding booths, but they were keeping their conversations to themselves. Kaitlyn, on the other hand, exploded wiwww.onedoor.ccth laughter at the slightest suggestion of anything remotely funny.“Why did the vegan cross the road?” Kaitlyn said.“I . . . I dunno,” I said.“To tell everyone on the other side that she was a vegan!” Kaitlyn rolled with laughter on her side of the boot...
His Name Was Ezra
His name was Ezra.He was my twin brother. The midwife joked that we were born at the same time, but in reality, he was just seconds older than me. As babies, we screamed when we were separated and only quieted when our Momma put us in the same bed. Our first words were in a language of our own creation, one I can still speak today. We were each other's shadows wherever we went. Poppa said we were the same person split between two bodies, so completely did one know the other.It was an early spring day when we went swimming down in a creek at the edge of our property. We were just twelve years o...
Poisoned Cucumbers
The tomatoes cut themselves. At least, that’s what it seemed like to her. With a final snap and practiced twist of the wrist, her mother diced the last of them and picked up the scarred wooden board with her free hand. The knife scraped loudly upon the cutting board. The runny, red mess slid into the bowl. Her nose wrinkled. “You know-” her mother rolled a cucumber towards herself, cut one end, twisted it and cut the other- “you could help by cutting the carrots. You’re really the best carrot-cutter I’ve-““You just want help.” She rolled her eyes, sighing as her mother smirked. “I saw that po...