Cold EyesFreyah tapped the eraser end of the pencil on her chin as she glanced over at Sam, trees flashing by behind his blond head. Looking down at the post card on her knees, she sighed. She had gotten it to write to her mother, but in the end, what was there to write about? It wasn't like her mother would read it, anyway. She had taken Freyah's endeavors to strike out on her own as a betrayal, like she was turning her back on everything the woman had ever brow beaten into her. Really, though, it WAS true, because it was all a load of crazy tripe, and Freyah knew it. That was the main reason she had left the house that had been her entire world for the greater part of her life.
Rolling down the window, Freyah's brown hair whipped across her face as she let the rectangle of printed cardstock slip away from her fingers and tumble through the wind. The post card was thrown around by the turbulence from the other cars behind them on the interstate, and she watched it in the mirror unti
For Once, At Peace For some reason, only the small things really seem to stick in my mind. The bigger moments are there, and I don't forget them, but it's the little ones that I'm able to find solace in. Little things that I don't think most people even take the time realize. My most fond memories are of moments like one day last year, during early spring. I had just pulled the lid down on my families outside garbage can after taking out the trash, and the air was still chilled, but the grass was warm and moist against my feet. It was the kind of day that was warm enough to go barefoot, but you would be crazy to try and swim. I took a couple of steps out into my yard, buried my toes in the dark, new earth, the dirt amazing between my toes, and just listened. It was mid-day, and everyone else was in school. I don't remember why I was absent, I was probably just pretending to be sick and my mother wa
And I RealizedThere was one time at lunch, while I was dating Quinn. He moved his hand, and I moved mine, and then he didn't go to take it. My hand was just left there in the air, awkwardly suspended, and I just sat there and stared at it. My mouth was open, because I felt like something needed to be said, but I had nothing, and he looked at me and asked simply, "What?"
My only response was to lick the corner of my mouth because it was dry and put my hand first on the table, then back in my lap where no one could see it, and then I looked away. In that moment, it was like nothing existed, but everything was so real, and there were so many things that I suddenly knew in the burning embarrassment of that one moment.
Now, don't get me wrong, worse things have happened, and a lot of better things too, but for some reason, that's what I always come back to. I go re-run it and re-run it, frame by frame, and I figure out the same things over and over, but I never seem to be able to hold onto it. The only t
Bergiet Vs. the WorldLuca adjusted the strap connected to the messenger bag slung across his chest. It was cutting into his shoulder and pressing down uncomfortably on his chest, and he made a face in his displeasure as he waited for the light to turn green. The bag's contents were heavy, something that he hadn't expected when he had first seen the paper backed comics that Bergiet had shoved at him. Of course, Luca also hadn't expected her to stuff the bag until it bulged, the hard corners of the spines poking him in the leg, and the buckles BARELY making it to one another. WHY she didn't just box them up and drive them over, he didn't really know. She had said something about the planet dying and saving the walruses, or whatever, but as far as he knew, buying twenty million pounds of paper backed books wasn't really helping out that much either, but that was just Bergiet. Because of this, Luca had been back and forth between her apartment and his nearly three times now, and he was momentarily grateful tha
In the AtticFoggy memories piling up
Collecting dust in the recesses.
Up the stairs, past the spare bedroom
Climb the last rickety ladder
The attic is the only place to keep them.
Put them in a box
Lock them away
And throw out the old tarnished skelleton key.