What I remember is the ache. Deep in my gut the knowledge that I was lost, that whatever map had lead me here would be no good to me ever again. And so I wrapped my arms around myself, the way you had wrapped around me that night, and I ached. I remember you made … Continue reading First
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Dreams of Home
He pinned me down like a beetle on a board, face full of concern. “Why won’t you talk to me? I’m worried.” Little lightning bolts shot around just under the surface of my skin and I tried to think of what expression would be appropriate on my face in this moment. “Why does it matter? … Continue reading Dreams of Home
Low Sodium
It was dark, blustery. Like the opening moments of a pilot episode where you’re about to see something you can’t unsee, something violent or frightening or incongruently funny and you’ll be trapped, hooked. The scene was complete with a drab looking many-cornered building with plenty of places for shadows to linger. There was even a … Continue reading Low Sodium
Stay Warm on the Way Down
I didn’t think they were people at first. Huddled close in a mass of waving arms and worn out coats. They looked more like a grove of trees wandering slowly from the coffee shop down to the ocean, the dim light muting every colour into shadow. I didn’t think they would throw themselves into the … Continue reading Stay Warm on the Way Down
The Wind Whistler
She leaned against me; her fine hair caught briefly but she tugged it free with a sharp twist of her head. I could feel the weariness in her body as she slumped down to the ground. Something else, too. Suddenly, she seized a pine cone out of the dirt and hurled it away. It disappeared … Continue reading The Wind Whistler
Six Cartons
I didn’t notice the days go. Not really. I drifted, in those days. The time was a blur and I measured it by the ache in my chest but I couldn’t say how long it was before the ache was less and then gone. Not gone, more like the memory of pain than the pain … Continue reading Six Cartons
Gosh Darn Sunlight 