Haley Alone
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
“Why are you late?”
‘Tonight will be perfect’, she thought, snipping an errant shoot and placing the bonsai tree on the table’s centre.
Two guys walk into a bar; the third one ducks.
She’s a smoke show.
And as quickly begun, it was finished.
The world stuttered in a queer slant as I sat up.
A dense bluff of silver maples grew behind our house.
That’s how long it takes us to realize the Sun has gone dark.
I shovel dirt into the hole and my face breaks into a sweat despite the cool night air.
Eunice set the picture of their Caribbean vacation on the side table as quietly as she could, trying not to wake him.
It’s late at night and we lie in bed