Tag Archives: writing
Gala
“Smile!” *FLASH* Giggles. High-spirited laughter. The sound of violins, a seven piece string group floating above the tinkling sound of silver on china, silver on crystal, and the sweet ring of crystal, all its own. “What is it with ice … Continue reading
Smiling
Turns out its easiest to ignore the world when you’re in too much pain to stay conscious. Except that when you’re ignoring the world, sometimes bits of things you never wanted to remember like to slip out of the dull, … Continue reading
Afterward
In the cab, he leans against his door, his arms curled around himself. The driver is experienced in this, perhaps — she looks both pissed and worried as she avoids potholes, traintracks, other cars and pedestrians. Barely. There’s no swerving; … Continue reading
No Good Alone
[NOTE: WP and I are having an argument. Please don’t be upset. It doesn’t mean we don’t love you. You’ll still see me every day, so long as I don’t have to ‘have a talk’ with WP any more.] “I … Continue reading
unraveling
there is a desperation in the way she clings to all the things that were the real of those days when remembering what never happened and writing it down seemed to make everyone dance and sing down where everything felt … Continue reading