Embittered Housewife: The two hadn’t seen each other in twenty years or more. Good reason likely lie behind this,
Endless Coil: You could call it “emptiness,” but I’m full to the brim of something else. It’s the “Black,”
That One Girl: I never really cared much for any of them. And that statement is a bold-faced lie.
Fast Forward: The VHS player did what it needed to before Edward Hodge could bring the video back…. Rewind.
Perfected: White cotton, with a thread count no lower than eight-hundred, no higher than one thousand. No nylon. Blankets could
Would you?: I don’t remember when it started. Before he jumped, some twenty years ago, my Grandpa used to say
Clarity: Hypothesis. You consider the world, and your natural surroundings, and you develop these moments—solutions, perceived instances of could-bes—whatever.
Taking Charge: “Why bother?” Dr. Johnson, a young, ten-year-veteran of the psych department, questioned his adjacent, much older university
Cheerleader: Nicole eyed the old, hackneyed cheers that blurred into worn grass and rusted fences—the same football field she’d
Kindergarten –by Derek Alan Wilkinson There was the blood. And the bullets. And buckshot. And the bombs that he didn’t
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