She would never again perceive time as she had– her body felt too small. She pulled the clock from his wall. Glass shattered. Gears came apart. She sat on the laminate. He found a broom and began sweeping around her. Continue reading
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Day 4 of 35
At least 2 years before I spoke to her again, I drove past my mother’s house. There had been a man I needed distance from for a day or two—a man I nearly married and eventually did not. My almost-husband is what I call him now. I mean it to be endearing. I mean it … Continue reading
Day 3 of 35
I have been thinking about an orange all day. I ate it two years ago in February at a rest stop off of Interstate 5. Don’t ask me which rest stop; which stretch of highway. I couldn’t tell you anything more than it was before Ojai, Ca and far enough away from Martinez, Ca, that I was … Continue reading
Untempered Glass 