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“…what happened to you?” “It’s a long story.” “I’ve got time.” “I don’t.” Silence met that last bit, silence only punctuated by the raising of one eyebrow, as if to ask ‘Well where the hell else do you need to … Continue reading →

“Well, well, well,” Angie crooned. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you here again.” “I was in the neighborhood,” Simon said, shrugging, and pulled out a chair. Once he’d already sat down he wondered, “This seat taken?” “Meeting a friend,” she … Continue reading →

Somewhere along the way, they stopped saying “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Somewhere along the way, they stopped having to listen to the comforting words of friends, acquaintances, strangers. Somewhere along the way, she stopped leaving, and took … Continue reading →

The hum-click-whir-beep of the place wasn’t what stung. The sterile, antiseptic smell of every single kind of antibacterial wash laid against specled floor, white wall and grey table wasn’t what stung. The kind, vacant, urgent aces of the nurses wasn’t … Continue reading →

The ghost of electricity howls through my veins, a crackling blue silver I can feel dancing along my bones, laughing behind my eyes. The remnants of it flicker within my still-beating heart, and the buzz-hum of it washes over my … Continue reading →