• Hannahey commented on the post, starving 2 years, 9 months ago

    It wasn’t the smell of the food that made her crazy. It was the steam coming off of it, billowing out from the steaming metal trays from the hills of rice and vegetables. She was starving.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, whom 3 years, 10 months ago

    “Adena, whom I have never met, but recognize from the tattoo which you described, is asleep on my bed. Can you tell me, Bailey, why there is an unfamiliar woman asleep in my bed?” Alexis was fuming. Bailey grinned sheepishly.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, fasting 6 years, 6 months ago

    She was fasting love. Everything about her life to that point had been the frantic accumulation of loves- thing she loved and things/people loving her. It was an absorption, an obsession, and it had to be curtailed. So she was fasting, staying away from it, putting aside to see clearer for a change.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, coach 6 years, 8 months ago

    The luggage rattled in the back seat of the Subaru.
    “I hate that we’re doing this.”
    Peter was angry in the passenger seat, distraught.
    “Flying coach. Are you kidding?”
    He shook his head when I put my hand on his shoulder.
    Belle sighed. She turned her face to the window and watched the airport get closer.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, airstream 6 years, 9 months ago

    The road was pitch black. The highbeams picked out the yellow lines and I thought about them as a long reflective snake, leading us out to nowhere. Peter rolled the windows down. He put his sun-browned arm out the window and let his hand ride the airstream. I saw him grin as the rush of wind moved the hairs on his arm.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, rocker 6 years, 9 months ago

    He was the rocker type, I suppose you would call him. He was tall, and amazingly slender, tattooed from wrist to shoulder and all along his belly where an elegant script announced “Fuck Yeah” to the world. His cocaine habit rivaled Clapton’s. He loved to laugh but was maybe the saddest boy I knew.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, taboo 6 years, 9 months ago

    It’s fairly taboo to bring up the exes when you’re talking to the new heart throb. You let sleeping dogs lie and spend time in your own brain obsessing on whether or not you’re as good as the last to lay where you are. But you don’t bring it up. You don’t ask.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, signals 6 years, 11 months ago

    She was getting mixed signals from the author. He wanted people to understand his plight in the criminal justice system. But he also wanted to articulate the joy he got from being a thief. It was hard to evoke sympathy from the people who were formerly his victims. He managed it though, the jailbird. A Sidewalk with a Crack was winning Sadie over.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, startled 6 years, 12 months ago

    The sound startled all of us sitting in the bar. It was like the noise of several bands starting to play at once, all genres and volumes. I don’t think anyone realized the dam was broken until the water was sloshing around our feet.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, learn 7 years ago

    I didn’t learn anything. I don’t think. Maybe I did, right at the end there. Something about love and real decisions and sacrifice. But if I find myself doing it again, repeating the same cycle, what could I possibly have learned? John learned. Learned to stay the hell away from girls like me. But he was always much more clever than I. Well, sort…[Read more]

  • Hannahey commented on the post, experience 7 years, 1 month ago

    At least she was gaining some experience. It may not have been the experience she started out for. Job experience, gaining some career knowledge. Maybe a little life experience, seeing the big bad world and conquering it with wit and the right fashion accessory. This was something else. Crime lords and men behaving like boys forever? This was not…[Read more]

  • Hannahey commented on the post, actual 7 years, 2 months ago

    The actual Peter Pan’s story was first told by JM Barrie, a beautiful man with deep psychological issues. He did alright. But Peter was beyond the realm of just one life, just one imagination. He lived on and on, in more lives than one. He was not only never but ever.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, game 7 years, 2 months ago

    It was all a game. Well it was mostly a game. You stayed just far enough out of trouble that it was like you were living well, that you were on top. Paul was good at it. He taught sky diving, slept with pretty girls, did just enough of the right drugs and stayed away from the wrong ones. It was fun. That’s what he kept telling himself. It was a good time.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, patient 7 years, 2 months ago

    If she was patient, it would be alright. If she waited long enough, he would return. But she started to wonder how long would be long enough, and if, when he returned, he would even recognize her. Time never went anywhere for Amos, not like it did for the rest of us. Patience was a virtue, but he never was any great shakes of virtuosity.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, methods 7 years, 2 months ago

    his methods were simple – fairy dust, flight. Tink helped, obviously, but I never took my eyes off of him. Just the bright green eyes flashing and then whoosh, we were gone. I think John said it best when we came home the first time, “I like his style.” John had that way with words.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, higher 7 years, 2 months ago

    This was higher than they’d gone before. August cut free another one of the sand bags and the green and yellow balloon went even farther up into the atmosphere. Mirah realized she hadn’t taken a deep breath in minutes. She sighed out clouds.

  • Hannahey commented on the post, object 7 years, 2 months ago

    Normally I would think the object of the game was to get the ball down to the other end of the field but apparently I was completely wrong about this. “The object of the game, little sister, is domination, mental and physical. The object of the game is to shake and shiver your opponent. You’ll get it, little sister, just watch.” My brother…[Read more]