• Bridget Grace commented on the post, spirits 1 week, 6 days ago

    She lifted her glass in the gesture of a toast, which made him laugh. The bar was frothy with noise, lit dimly but sweetly in the summer evening. It was perfect. All of it. She felt the wine catch in her throat a little as she studied him, awash in love.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, unstable 2 weeks, 1 day ago

    She felt the room begin to tilt. Something was not right. She blinked and searched the room. Where was Ben? She opened her mouth to speak and fell.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, editor 3 weeks, 2 days ago

    She tried to think through all the steps. She couldn’t have imagined it would come to this, but here she was. She blinked the words away for a moment and looked at the margins, the scribbled notes becoming tangled and unreadable in her exhaustion.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, station 3 weeks, 4 days ago

    She listened for the whistle, hoping beyond hope that the train was late. Rather than early. Which it usually was. If she had missed it, it was all over. She held her breath and looked at the large clock in the square across the street.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, several 1 month, 3 weeks ago

    She counted. Yeah, she had enough. Enough when it counted, anyway. In reality, that as all the mattered. It wasn’t that she needed to have enough all the time, after all. Only when she needed it. And she didn’t need it all the time. That was the beauty of living the way she did.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, bags 1 month, 3 weeks ago

    She looked in the mirror, tugging down on her cheeks. “Geez, I look tired.”
    “You look beautiful.”
    She made a face in the mirror even though it was directed at him, but a smile flushed her cheeks anyway. He chuckled and resumed his work. It felt good, this easy conversation.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, teeth 2 months ago

    She saw a flash of teeth and felt a pang and then there was nothing. Blackness. When she came to, she was staring up at a tin stamped ceiling. Strange. She felt the blood rush to her toes, up through her leg, which was throbbing.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, passenger 2 months ago

    She looked over at him, laughing. He was rolling his eyes as he switched lanes, but she could see that he was smiling as they passed under a street light.

  • Scars, sure. There were scars. There were plenty of scars.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, lake 2 months, 1 week ago

    She folded her knees to her chest and stared out onto the water. A lake was a fascinating body of water. Because there was in fact a limit to it. There was an end to the expanse. Even if you can’t see it.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, seaside 2 months, 1 week ago

    She took a deep breath in, and when the seawater smell hit her lungs, she almost cried. She had missed this place. She craved it in her skin, in between her toes and fingers, in the spaces between her ribs. It was something dear and precious to her.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, invest 2 months, 1 week ago

    She took some time, sat down, rolled out all her options.
    Not really.
    She jumped in head first.
    She always does.
    She didn’t really think it through. Did she ever?
    But she knew it was the right thing to do. Somewhere in her gut she never needed to.

  • She stared at the name. It wasn’t possible. She blinked, trying to piece together some long forgotten puzzle. But there it was. Two letters in difference.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, birth 2 months, 2 weeks ago

    She looked down at the small crying thing in her arms and her ears stopped working. She was crying. The baby was crying. Roy was crying. She couldn’t hear any of it. Just a sucking vacuum of silence.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, sway 2 months, 2 weeks ago

    She felt his hand move up her back, his feet move slight apart. They stood like that for a while, swaying slightly, happy to be there.

  • She felt the life inside her quiver like a small insect. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore it.

  • She looked to the heavens, waiting for a sign. Something. Anything. She just wanted to be told she was doing well. But, of course, it doesn’t really work like that, does it? She blinked, bring the room back into focus.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, mustard 3 months ago

    The smell of hot dogs and the sticky smell of the asphalt filled her nose as she walked up the steps. She was far too overdressed for the ballpark.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, startled 3 months ago

    She jolted up. “What?” He rolled over, concerned. “Sorry, sorry, nothing, I’m fine.” “Hey.” “Sorry.”
    “Okay, it’s okay.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” “Okay.”

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, lack 3 months ago

    The complete absence of stress was unfamiliar to her. She wasn’t used to sitting, with nothing to do. She looked over at him. He was dozing. Of course.