“I’m going to tell you everything,” said she after taking a deep breath. They were sitting on the couch in the living room. It was way too hot to go outside, though they had considered going for a walk like in the good old days. One window was open to let in the breeze, thoughContinue reading “Before the conversation.”
Author Archives: Eliza
The ritual.
With a swift movement of the hand, she cut off the thread. There, it was done now, ready for its death. She looked down fondly on her craft as she held it between her hands. It was a thing, a love-heart shaped thing (at least, supposedly), filled with foam to give it volume. The shapeContinue reading “The ritual.”
as it should be.
i remember telling myself to remember:my bare skin against your bare skin;my body, limp with relief;the desire to go nowhere,but to bathe in the present,and sink blissfully into it.i remember telling myself to remember,for in this moment,the world was exactly as it should be.
The old dog.
His insides rumbled. It sounded like metal kitchen pans and pots tumbling against one another. He got up, though it was night and the streets were empty, but he was hungry now, starving actually, and it was not the moonlight that would stop him. In truth, this battered old bony dog was always hungry, butContinue reading “The old dog.”
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