The crowd moved. It was alive and it was flowing toward home on this side of the causeway. It was shift change and the other side snaked its way to work. The giant boa made its way through the atrium, and Deena looked up. The atrium was one of three, and the open space went … Continue reading The Blessed
Category: Fiction
Room at the Top
The clouds glide by and wind rushes across my face. The tree tops are below and freedom is above. My soul expands into the blue room and I leave my weight behind. "Ms. Martinel," a voice says. The clouds recede and the trees retreat. The metal window frame limits my world and broken glass crunches … Continue reading Room at the Top
They
A child that doesn't fit gender norms. What is a norm, anyhow? A teen trying to be comfortable in their own skin. A young adult starting on their own. An adult certain of who they are. They are all you (maybe even me). Our past and present shapes us and our future gives a glimpse … Continue reading They
She?
I look in the mirror. Must look great, on stage in front of everyone. The pants show off my waist and the skirt shows off my legs. Neither one helps my butt. I hate my butt. I choose the skirt. I do my hair and nails and walk into the kitchen. Dad is waiting for … Continue reading She?
Him?
Inside. Jump! Outside. Run, jump, skip, yell! Vroom! my dump truck. Chrissy doll rides in the back with GI Joe. Down the driveway they go! Uh oh. In the street. Look both ways, no cars. Rescue my favorites. Mom yelling? At me? "Coming!" I Vroom! my truck over to her and she yanks Chrissy and … Continue reading Him?
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