She leans in and smiles a shark’s smile, Barbie pink lips coming up, gums first, then all teeth.
“You’ve seen more of the world than I have,” she says grinning. “And so what? 12 year old have seen more of the world than me.”
She snaps up a cherry in her jaws.
“That’s not something that comes with age. That’s something you’ve either done…[Read more]
The year is 1987. On April 30th Whitney Houston comes out with the best selling track I Want To Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me). The first criminal ever is convicted using DNA evidence. Lethal Weapon racks up over 100 million dollars at the box office.
In 1987 there are five billion people on planet Earth.
To put that in perspective:…[Read more]
One trainer gets stuck in the mud while she’s running. Her quads are slicked with sludge fused together by shards of broken glass and gravel. Gravel is in her palms and in the small, damp spaces under her knees. Gravel in her hair. Gravel in the insole of her trainer as she pulls her foot out. Bleeding between her toes.
She decides she isn’t going to let those thoughts rent any more space in her head. But the less she tries to think about them, the more room they take up. She hits her brow with her palms. She rubs down at the round of her frontal bone, the grooves where her eye sockets are. Using two fingers she feels the front of her face for an opening. Rent i…[Read more]