• Bridget Grace commented on the post, bottle 2 days, 1 hour ago

    The blue glass gave the whole table a sort of underwater aura. She smiled up at him. “It’s beautiful.”
    “Oh, good.” He walked back to the kitchen, every step anxiety.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, mustang 4 days ago

    She watched the horses race past her as she clung to the fence. This was some people’s lives. This was what they did with their whole days. That was it. She inhaled the smell of hay, manure, adrenaline. It was magical.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, overcast 5 days, 2 hours ago

    The clouds drifted into view, blocking out the sun momentarily. “Is it gonna rain?”
    He looked up for the paper, “Nah.”
    She smiled at the front page as he lifted it back up. That farmer attitude, sensing rain, sensing trouble. She relied on it.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, channel 6 days, 23 hours ago

    She heard him pick up the remote and flip around for a while, then the TV turned off. She flipped to her other side, facing away from the door. She slowed her breathing, trying to focus on seeming asleep.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, fare 1 week, 3 days ago

    She pulled out as many quarters as she could find. She was still 50 cents short. Ooft. She looked at the toll taker apologetically.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, brands 1 week, 4 days ago

    We looked around the store, nothing standing out because everything was trying to. She looked at me like a person calling for a life preserver. I nodded my head to the door and we turned around. We walked into the muggy summer air, a strange breath of relief

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

    She felt them everywhere, all over her skin. It had been years since she had felt like this, but here it was, back with a vengeance. She jumped out of bed and tried walking the circumference o f the room. It hadn’t helped.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, whistle 2 weeks, 6 days ago

    She listened to the whistle in the distance. Noon. Her throat clenched. It was little things like this that made her miss being home. She tried to shake it off, but the smell of mown grass wasn’t helping. She stood and walked, trying not to fall into pacing. She did pace.

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

    She heard a squawk from the other room and her grandmother clucking and shushing the bird. She put a head over her pillow. For the love of God, why did she have to get a macaw? What possible…
    She knew the answer already, but ignoring it was actually better.

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

    She looked around- five acres was not as much as it sounded like. An orange tractor sat in the open barn, amongst various machine parts and spare wood. Beyond that was a grove of trees and patches of gardens.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, competitive 1 month ago

    She stiffened at the sound of the voice. No. Please no. She turned to see Shirley smiling at her, beatifically, benevolently. Oh wow, how Jodie hated her in the moment. “Hi.”
    “Hey!”

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, corner 1 month, 1 week ago

    She rounded the corner and almost ran into Justin.
    “Sorry, I gotta-”
    “Woah, hey, slow down, stop for a second.”
    “I don’t have a second.”
    “Deb.”
    “Don’t call me Deb, it’s not funny anymore.”
    “It was only ever slightly funny, not like a knock out or anything.”
    “Can I go, please?”

  • The squeak of the marker against the white board calmed her as her pencil moved across the page. Math class. Math at least made sense to her. She let the numbers continue their gentle rhythm, waves of logic and reasoning moving into focus as she let the rest of the world drift away.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, succeed 1 month, 2 weeks ago

    She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In order to make that happen, she was going to have to have complete focus. And that didn’t come about very often. She opened her eyes, calculating sums on the wall in front of her.

  • She heard the shrill melody of birds as the sun hit her eyes sideways, making her squint before she was even fully awake. She stretched and rolled over

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

    The way the lavender plant’s spindly arms climbed up the sun streaming through the window was almost hopeful. Almost. She sighed and went back to her work.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, spirits 2 months, 1 week 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.

  • 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 2 months, 2 weeks 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.

  • 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.