…and it is therefore not only myself that I saw when looking in the mirror. Who were all these other people?
All in Short story
spices and herbs
Ching, ching, ching, ching. The cash register jingles cheerfully as the cashier stumbles over himself to shut it. I’m jostled back into my own head by it, by him.
lights
there’s a long hallway of lights. lights that i know. ones i remember and ones that i don’t, but lights that i know.
Summer in the Hole
I peek out and the Sun batters me from all around, and I go back in. The Hole is cluttered and some flies have infiltrated through a window I once held open only for a few minutes.