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My current mess started the day I opened my email to find an unusual subject line in one of the headers.
Uncharted
When I’d started the hike, solitude had felt like a gift—space to breathe, to let the silence scour away the months of second-guessing
My Name is Andy
My bike’s brakes squealed; the wind blew away the sound, and browny yellow leaves battered me. The windows of her house watched me
The Shanty Man
Rachel sneaked aboard at six bells, deep in the night. The ringing masked her tread. The snores of the sailors cloaked her steps,
The Reckoning
I saw my first hanging in Wapping when I was four years old. My father swung me up on his shoulders so I
And Here’s What I Said
The fucker stole the phone right out of my hand. I was in the middle of writing you an annoyingly difficult text, waiting
Yesterday in Sand
I carve deep grooves into the face before me, loose sand falling to the ground in small red piles. The eyes stare back at me
Visha
V isha screwed the silencer onto her Glock-19 and rested its tip on the SUV’s steering wheel. She aimed past the windshield and fixed her
Imagine Dandelions
I magine Genesis, order from disorder. I sat on the sun-warmed tarmac with seventeen other female prisoners waiting to board
Crew, Yeah?
Y ou do this man, we crew, yeah?” I nod, but it’s lost in the shake that has taken hold of me. I try to
To Do
O n my desk, nestled among the chess pieces I use for paperweights, is a To Do list with a single entry.
Daphne and the Driftwood
“…Travellers ne’er did lie, though fools at home condemn them.” (William Shakespeare: The Tempest; Act 3, Scene 3) D aphne and Ari pulled up at