Category: Fiction
At Lightwood Junction
I thought about how Mum had said I was an accident, but not the kind that kills people.
Read MoreThings That Are Blue
It may not have been obvious to others, but it was to me: I felt understood.
Read MoreLetters my therapist asked me to never send you
I don’t want to close the door on us. What do I do?
Read MoreWaiting in the White Room
In the white room, time either passed or it didn’t.
Read MoreAcceptance and Marinade
We didn’t talk about death in my family.
Read MorePeace of Heart
For the first time in two years, my heart felt light.
Read MoreTo My American Daughter-In-Law
I drew myself deep into the fur to escape the covey of unfamiliar faces and voices.
Read MoreMotel Starlight
That night, I make it rain by thinking about how sad I feel; emotions are water-based, sometimes wet and hot, sometimes solid like ice.
Read MoreSomething Good
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, a dark cloud of dread, fright, and panic enveloping him.
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