I looked up at him, my face red in anger- no, stronger. Rage.
I couldn’t believe how I ever trusted him- invested feelings into him.
He smirked at me, flipping his hair out of his eyes. His hazel eyes taunted me, their colors dancing around teasingly.
I walked over the muddy sidewalk, each step bringing another sloshing sound to my ears.
It was quite rainy, so I ducked into a store to catch my breath.
“Hey, do you know where the bus stop is?” I asked the cashier, admiring the curls his hair was in.
“When you walk back outside, take a left and then walk straight, it should be right…[Read more]
I tucked my passport back into my bag shakily, happy to be off of my flight and back on the ground. Now was the hard part.
I scanned the crowds and hordes of people, looking for someone especially tall with almost white hair.
I saw them, and started walkin.
I untied my apron from behind me, strinGING IT up onto THE HOOK ON the wall. i movED OVER TO THE SINK, WASHING off all of the floUR AND COOKING Spray> and other things OF UNMENTIONABLe HORRoR. I SAID GoodNIgHT TO mY mAnaGER, MARGAR`E`T,` `AND` `K`NE`W THA`T I` C`OULDN`’T EVer rETurn tO this job.
In between my house and my neighbor’s, right in the middle, there was this small box.
When there were rainstorms, the cardboard would get wet and start to disintegrate, and we always heard faint noises of barking.
Of course no one ever addressed this, it was in “no man’s land,” but that was until they moved.
He looked up at me, delighted to finally go to his favorite place in the world.
The candy shop over on 23rd street.
It was a ten minute walk, but we only ever went around this time of year.
They had a Halloween special where they gave out candy apples.
I personally also loved Autumn, when leaves tuned red-orange and fell to the ground,…[Read more]
He’d gotten the job of a painter when I was 7.
Each day he’d come home in his apron, blue and yellow and red and every other color I couldn’t name streaked and splattered on himself.
Sure, I’d never seen my father too much since he took up the job, It’s hard work, and doesn’t even have a lot of pay, but I knew it’s what he loved to do, and I…[Read more]
I’d never thought of myself as the dating sort, I mean, sure I did practically crush on somebody for every bit of my life, but I never REALLY wanted it to end up with us dating.
He looked up at me with his translucent eyes, moving his black hair out of his eyes.
I was hardly convinced this was real life as I stood there, frozen in my spot.…[Read more]
My sister looked at me from across the kitchen counter, a smile playing on her face.
“Mom told me you and Bradley are going steady.” She laughed, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the freshly brewed pot.
“Shut up.” I told her, a smile playing on my face despite my choice of words.
“That’s a big deal, I’m proud of you both.”
Apparently we were both middle children.
I looked back up at her through strings of my own black hair, trying to push a piece of it out of my face and over my shoulder.
Her lips were a nude colored lipstick, I noticed, as I watched them move in an entrancing fashion.
“That’s pretty cool, I mean I guess we both know what it’s like, huh?” She…[Read more]
I’d always walked over to the same old milkshake place, order some friend and a fudge milkshake. I knew all of the people there.
That place had great memories.
At least… When my mom was here.
I could still hear the oil sizzling as they made the french fries, hear the laughing growing louder than the jukebox in the corner.
I snapped back to…[Read more]