Chapters_Through the Glass_The Daily Grind_A Leaf Snowballs
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She could not wait to leave home. At nearly nineteen, she could not stand being told what to do by her parents, who were well-meaning, but who nagged incessantly and were, quite frankly, out of touch with the real world. She boarded a red-eye flight, bound for her brand-new life, and watched through the window as the lights of the city faded to black. In the morning, everything would be different. In the morning, the next chapter of her life would begin.She loved college life. She ate take-out pizza at least twice a week and joined an improv comedy troupe. She stayed up until the AM hours and ...
Through the Glass
Day 1On the first day, I opened my eyes. Or perhaps they were already open, but I was just now seeing for the first time. My view of the world was tinted by foggy glass, but I could make out shapes that were large and square. I didn’t know what any of it meant. What I did know was that I was cold. So, so cold; the freezing temperature made me want to shiver but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t turn, twist, sit down or jump. I was still, and something told me I always had been, and that I always would be. A strange green cone structure was to my left, decorated in powdery white flakes. I noticed I w...
The Daily Grind
“Hey!” She turns. Her face is pale, her eyes bloodshot, her tangled hair hangs over her face casting a shadow on her eyes. Staying home for over a year had taken its toll. Her brother, a young man, car keys in hand, approaches from the far end of the long apartment building hallway. “Are you ready to go?” She snaps back into reality, though her mind wasn’t ever wandering. She is standing in the doorway of her www.onedoor.ccapartment, clutching half a doughnut tightly in her hand, strawberry filling trickling down her arm. She nods towards her brother, licking the remnants of the pastry off of her wrist,...
A Leaf Snowballs
Nadine wouldn’t have even noticed the giant leaf, yellow with brown spots like a gracefully aging banana, if her three-year-old son hadn’t recently become obsessed with the leaves on the ground during the walk home from her mother’s apartment when she picked him up in the evening. Yesterday he had spent ten minutes comparing shapes and relative sizes of yellow triangular ginkgo leaves and mastering the pronunciation of “gingko”. She wasn’t sure what type of tree this huge leaf had come from, but she picked it up, planning to tuck it between the pages of the English workbook in her back...