Between the Blinds
“She stares down the street, impatiently waiting for the bus. I stare between the blinds, impatiently waiting for change.”
“She stares down the street, impatiently waiting for the bus. I stare between the blinds, impatiently waiting for change.”
“once we sifted sand for seashell treasure over rushing water and storm-frothed waves….”
“It is the sound of a house not shaped by uncertainty, bad decisions and poverty. It is the sound of a normal house.”
“As I picked up the cold cream jar and turned it over, I noticed something unusual. There it was, plain as day.”
“Her battered suitcase bumped behind her down the cracked concrete stairs, over dung-brown leaves plastered to the pavement.”
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“In an ultrasound tech’s office, I fold my arms like micro-origami. Maybe I can hide under this crepe paper sheet…”
“dandelion clock—the fragile dismantling one puff at a time”
“maple leaves curled into veined orange goblets holding dew cocktails”