• Claire commented on the post, patch 5 years, 1 month ago

    “Be careful next time,” she tells me as she puts the needle down. “Your aunt would be furious if she were to discover you running around the grounds in your second-best dress.”

  • Claire commented on the post, stillness 5 years, 2 months ago

    The stillness in the clearing (for the clearing is always still) is usually calming to Anna. Today, it’s unnerving.

  • Claire commented on the post, backtrack 5 years, 3 months ago

    He’s a lit match. She’s trying to figure out how to approach the subject, but he’s a lit match. His face turns red, flames appear in his eyes–not sparks but forest fires, wildfires, huge devastating blazes.
    “What are you trying to say?” he demands. She steps back; can’t set her alight, not now. Still she’s so close.
    “Nothing,” she…[Read more]

  • Claire commented on the post, airport 5 years, 3 months ago

    They’re not quite sure what to do after the twenty minute drive to the airport. He helps her unload her luggage from the trunk of his hybrid and they stand there, hands in their pockets, staring at her luggage and his car and sneaking quick glances at each other.

    “I should really go,” she says, fiddling with the tassels on her purse. “It’s…[Read more]

  • Claire commented on the post, dating 5 years, 3 months ago

    He’s cared about her since before the universe began, before the primeval seas swept the earth, before she can even imagine.

  • Claire commented on the post, reminded 5 years, 3 months ago

    Everything reminded her of that fight, the one that was about everything she had done and nothing he had. Because he was always right and no matter how much she wanted him to believe her, he always dismissed her point of view.
    All that she had done was wrong; she was wrong about dancing, wrong about love, wrong about herself. He meant well–he…[Read more]

  • Claire commented on the post, joyful 5 years, 3 months ago

    It’s just out of reach. It’s the maximum of a function you just can’t find, so you stare at your calculator, fingers scrabbling at something, anything, trying and failing. And when you finally do, when you finally pull your weary body onto the narrow ledge, you forget that you are so high up that any small thing could topple you, that this is a…[Read more]

  • Claire commented on the post, tumble 6 years, 2 months ago

    We tumble down the hill, giggling and shrieking like little kids, not a care in the world, only the sweet scent of grass and the warm summer wind around us. It’s not until we finally reach the bottom and collapse far too close to each other, laughing, even though we’re out of breath, that we finally realize just what’s happening.

  • Claire commented on the post, pairs 6 years, 2 months ago

    They say everyone needs a partner, that every Romeo needs his Juliet, that there’s a Darcy for every Elizabeth. Is it so wrong that I don’t, that I don’t want to rely on someone else only to be let down?

  • Claire commented on the post, strung 6 years, 2 months ago

    They say it’s mean to string him along, to make him believe he has a chance. But she says he had one–and he lost it.

  • Claire commented on the post, wrath 6 years, 2 months ago

    Wrath. What a terribly dry word for something so explosive. She’d love, more than anything, to just forget it all and explode with emotion, bits of her heart flying every which way, yet she can’t. Instead her anger escapes in tense breaths, tears down her face, a locked door.

  • Claire commented on the post, flee 6 years, 2 months ago

    He had no other choice, at least not in his own mind–no fight, no protests, no nothing, only flight. There was nowhere else to go but Away, the only place that would take him.

  • Claire commented on the post, alarming 6 years, 2 months ago

    I hate my alarm. That harsh awful beeping sound in the morning, or rather any time, causes me to jump any time I hear a timer or alarm or whatever go off. Absolutely horrible.

  • Claire commented on the post, antithesis 6 years, 2 months ago

    I remember something about this from my AP history class, but not much. I only remember how slow the clock seemed and how horrible I felt when my teacher called on me and I couldn’t answer the question, didn’t know the answer, couldn’t force it out of my mouth, whatever.

  • Claire commented on the post, homeless 6 years, 2 months ago

    I live in a house. I am luckier than most, yes.
    Yet I don’t belong, not here, not in my body or with anyone. Perhaps those who are homeless might eventually find somewhere to dwell, but others will forever be searching.