“She’s in one of her moods again,” I say. I stare at the dark wood panels that cover the ceiling and blow out a puff of smoke. You let out a little cough.
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Looking Back
I don’t know who looks at me when I gaze into the mirror. Try as I might, I don’t know who it is. I don’t even know who I’m supposed to see…
The Blanket
…and it is therefore not only myself that I saw when looking in the mirror. Who were all these other people?
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.