Lost.

No one ever says the words as I blindly scramble limp legged down the hallway,  breathless and trembling, my nerves jangling like loose change. No one says it as they pass me through an obstacle course of smothering hugs, whispering things in my ears I'm too deaf with panic to hear. I have walked into … Continue reading Lost.

Mute.

His name is like candy in my mouth. Like summer fruit, ripe and sweet and delicious. I turn it over on my tongue, reveling at its taste and its texture. I lob it into conversation a hundred different ways so that I can hear it aloud, marveling at the ways it can shape itself to … Continue reading Mute.

Charity Starts at Home

This post is part of Write Your Ass Off April, a Twenties Unscripted 10-Day Writing Challenge #WYAOApril. Today's prompt: Heal.Sunday morning comes cloaked in silence. Inside, the bedroom is still, remnants of last night strewn about haphazardly. Outside, there is not a bird chirping or a truck roaring by. It feels like someone pressed pause on the … Continue reading Charity Starts at Home

The Silence

This post is part of Write Your Ass Off April, a Twenties Unscripted 10-Day Writing Challenge #WYAOApril. Today's prompt: Spill.I don’t remember what happened. It was inconsequential, the kind of thing that no one noticed but me. But it was hilarious. And I knew it was the kind of thing you’d appreciate. I was halfway through … Continue reading The Silence

Happy New Year

This post is part of Write Your Ass Off April, a Twenties Unscripted 10-Day Writing Challenge #WYAOApril. Today's prompt: Ascend.Today looks nothing like I thought it would.That's my first thought when my eyes snap open. I lay there with it for a minute, turning the words over and over in my head until they sound like gibberish even … Continue reading Happy New Year

The Magic Number

This post is part of Write Your Ass Off April, a Twenties Unscripted 10-Day Writing Challenge #WYAOApril. Today's prompt: Demolish.Here is how you go from We to Me.First, you have The Conversation. This is no mere mortal conversation. This is The Conversation. The one you can’t come back from. This is the conversation where you say The Things. … Continue reading The Magic Number

Itch

I'm wide awake. I woke up, cold and uncomfortable and unable to sleep in the way I sometimes am when someone else is sharing my bed. I resolve myself to listening to the soundtrack of his soft snores that sound like a lawn motor starting and wondering what the fuck we're doing.I make terrible choices. … Continue reading Itch

Safe Place

When I was a little girl, I had an irrational fear that someone would shoot me through my bedroom window. I have no idea what precipitated this fear, some combination of movies and neighborhood violence and my always overactive imagination. But in my mind, this was something I needed to be deeply concerned with. And … Continue reading Safe Place

Move.

I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that if I stop moving I'll fall apart.So, I don't.I work. I work more than any human should. I work when I don't need to. I work to a level that is not required and satisfy objectives that are not asked of me.And I clean. I vacuum … Continue reading Move.

Lucky

"Hey there. Mind if I sit next to you? I don't much get to sit next to pretty girls anymore."I look up into the smiling, friendly face of an older man with twinkling gray eyes deeply wrinkled at the corners."Of course. If for no other reason that I am a sucker for compliments from handsome … Continue reading Lucky