It started as a joke. Something the high school boys would taunt each other with on Friday nights after football games, the buzz of cheap beer cheering them on. They'd pile into a couple of pickups and cruise down the muddy roads outside of town until they took so many turns they weren't even sure … Continue reading The Bridge
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Neighbors : Chapter One
"Megan," I said softly, my eyes still shut. "Have you started yet?" My question floated between us like a feather, lightly falling through the thick, dusty air before resting alongside my bare feet. My knees trembled, whether because of cold or nerves I didn't know. The world outside was quiet, most people still asleep in … Continue reading Neighbors : Chapter One
April 20 : Friday
Full sunshine warming winter-weary grass, Ready to throw open the windows and invite in the air. Inside is cool and quiet-- we fall asleep on accident. Dancing tree limbs sprinkled with new buds, Ants stealing crumbs from around flip flopped feet. Yesterday we said goodbye to our overcoats.
April 16: Chagrin
Young beauty waltzes in the door just past dawn, bronze skin buffed to shining, framed by black-brown hair-- a yard of silk down her back. Slim hands slide a bill across the counter and she tells me "Keep the change." A gum-pink tongue dances behind her teeth, the pointed pearls so perfect and bright. My … Continue reading April 16: Chagrin
April 15 : Loss
Day like faded scars, nine years gone like yesterday, I remember you.