My Past, Loved (SOL Day 18)

The only sound in the room is the air conditioner, the fan humming loudly. I don’t know where my arm ends and yours begins. Our legs are tied together like always. It’s morning. Facebook reminded me that I loved people before you. I almost couldn’t believe it. You know his name; you know all their... Continue Reading →

Through the Screen

I look through the screen. I am there. In the lab full of computers and outdated chairs. I can hear Patti in the hallway, cracking a joke. If I stuck my head out the purple door, I might see her and add my own commentary. Two doors down is a room of rainbows where Carol... Continue Reading →

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