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The dream is always the same, every night, falling, falling without end, until nausea or reflex pulls me from my sleep with a sudden grasp of my bedsheets. The dream was the same, that is, until tonight. Falling dreams aren’t … Continue reading
This is part two of 12 Woodbury Lane. Alec set the suitcase down just inside the door, out of harm’s way. He turned the luggage tag over and back again, staring at the name momentarily in incredulity. He pulled the … Continue reading
Woodbury Lane isn’t the sort of place you’d want to grow up. A few of the neighbors might argue its merits, but that is really of no consequence, as this isn’t a story about the neighbors. It is about a … Continue reading
How could I ever forget that dreadful day? It was mid-summer of 1979. I had just started a new modeling job and I was driving home from my first photo shoot. Not many girls start modeling at thirty-nine; I know. … Continue reading
The July sun beat down on Annie’s black dress, baking her into drowsiness as she read. The Z’s ever-still, glassy-smooth surface trickled in tiny whispers against the dock beneath her, offering the promise of cool, wet relief from the summer … Continue reading
The other day I walked up a flight of stairs in a store. Two little girls stood with their mother at a register at the top of the stairs, each dressed in a different princess costume. The older one, about … Continue reading
“What’s the matter, Flower?” Jessi’s hands rested on my shoulders and began pressing out some of the tension. “You look depressed.” I was depressed. My head gratefully dropped to my hands on the lunch table and I relaxed under her … Continue reading
It always fascinates me how certain things show up in my dreams over and over again, with no apparent reason behind them. Obviously, there is one, but search me what it is. I dream about train stations. I don’t know why. … Continue reading
Sitting slumped in my chair, listening to a soft lilting melody, my body is immersed in peace. The chair is an extension of my being, reflecting my past, guiding me forward, anchoring me in myself. I love it here! Where could … Continue reading