The rain. The truck. An accident.
The clippers hummed as they passed over her head. Vacuous cut away all but a trace of stubble, leaving a light haze of brown against her scalp. Turning off the clippers, she set them down and wished that she could wash that color away. It was too rich, too complex. There was red there. No one else had red. Even her eyes were a sin. Pulling down her lower lid, she tipped the contact in to erase the incorrect brown and replace it with the desired grey. At these her Continue reading “The Law”
“Where were you last night?” she whispered as he came into the door.
There was no eye contact between them. Hanging his coat and tapping the snow from his boots, he kept his head hung low. She sagged in the arm chair, her feet folded beneath her. Shadow cast across her face. He couldn’t tell if she was looking at him or not as he crossed the room and left the living room to retreat into the kitchen. A drink was necessary to relieve the desert in his mouth. She always had the power to make him feel guilty. What ever it was, it wasn’t his fault. The soft Continue reading “Unmade Promises”
The heavy flakes of snow plopped down to the ground and began to melt as soon as they hit. The drive way was quickly turning into mud and I was not looking forward to going anywhere. The sky was smeared ash dripping down to the black line of the horizon. The broken glass of the pond was as drab as the heavens. Everything had lost its color. I felt that my color was following that of the morning’s.
No! Sweet little basil, stay and thrive. Without the flavor of your offered leaves my soup will remain forever bland. Do not condemn us to the endless realm of tastelessness! Oh, sweet basil! Know that you are loved. Tell me your every need. Your every want and I shall be your slave. My tongue yearns for Continue reading “Basil”
He stared at the leaf in his hands and thought of the flight that it had once made. Wishing that it could fly like that forever, he imaged that there was no earth for the leaves to fall upon. Instead, they would swirl and dance on the air for all time. Continue reading “Falling Leaves”
She wore the ornate mask. It was heavy and pulled her head forward. She looked down at the book laid out in her lap and the small golden rod. They were pretty things. She hated them. They represented all the things in the world that were broken and wrong. Continue reading “Ornate Mask”