It was already a great Tuesday -Molly had called me a leech, and now my last appointment before lunch was a little adopted boy from Brazil.
I used my teeth to grab the glove’s edge, peeling the latex off sweaty skin. I was careful not to bite into the bloody area. No matter how hypnotically red, I was well versed with potential infections, diseases. I didn’t need a lewd aliment to slow me down after all this time.
“Stay in the car.”
This is the true story of what never happened.
First summer, in a beautiful, simple place. Balmy and gentle, scalding and hot. An ocean sprawls away before the shack like a mirror.
Ancient royalty draped themselves in rich purples, the rarest color dyed for the crowned ones. Greek in origin, Stephanie embodies nobility with its length, meaning, and sound.
An estimated 2% of the world’s population have been classified as psychopaths. But 2% of the world’s population also have green eyes. That’s almost 140 million people. Laura imagined there must be certain degrees of psychopathy, just as there were a wide range of greens.
A love poem.
It was science fiction television, a windshield framing a deep darkness with stretching white lines.
Grey. Each morning, day, and night, it was everything that ever was. When I woke, it was found in the ceiling, walls, and floorboards. Hannah, sleeping beside me, wanted to better decorate the house we just moved into, but couldn’t afford it just yet. I laid there for a few minutes, blinking at the ceiling, savoring the warmth of a night’s sleep tucked deeply under the blankets and against bare skin. If not paint the walls, we should at least invest in wool slippers for our bedsides.