Tag: Moving on
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The Fish Tank
Brennan’s Jetta puttered to a stop when the railroad crossing arms lowered. The crossways fell like a protective parent’s arms to their child. Cold air blasted through the vents, and the wipers scraped jagged strips of ice across the windshield. Raindrops froze in streaks. He blew into his folded hands. Beside him was a thin ... -
Snow Skins – Part 3
Read Part 2 My Face For The World To See by Alfred Hayes was an awful book in Deirdre’s opinion, but she kept reading it out of morbid curiosity. When she’d finally flipped the last page, thoroughly disgusted with the characters, it landed on Ian’s nightstand. “That was pointless,” she said, falling back onto the ... -
Snow Skins – Part 2
Read Snow Skins – Part 1 here. Trigger Warning: Mentions of Sex San Francisco, when she arrived, was terrifying and exciting. Moving in with her friend was less so. They’d known each other since elementary school, and his girlfriend, Sarah, was even easier to get along with. Deirdre got hired at a bakery called Bake ... -
Snow Skins – Part 1
It was an awful thing to give birth. To feel the blood escape while your body stretches around a thing that had been growing, living off of you, for months. Deirdre gripped the headboard of the bed. Three years ago, she’d never imagined this, would have laughed if you suggested it. But now, all she ... -
Grieving A Loss By Choice
“Why be that upset? It isn’t as if he’s died.” “It sucks, but you deserve to be happy.” “Get over it and move on.” Losing someone you care about is quite possibly the hardest thing we experience as humans. It can be made even harder when that loss is felt not by death but by ... -
What My Final Words Will Be
My father had the great luck, or amazing foresight, to have “I love you” be last words he said to his children. I remember sitting on the floor, on my mother’s favorite blanket, sewn by her grandmother. The sun didn’t quite breach the gray cloud cover outside our screen door. There was a movie, The ...