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tailgate

Cracked the back of the car open and dropped the cooler on the concrete with a thud. Broke open a flatpack of paper plates and plastic cups. Snapped the tab on an ice cold something or other, tipping it back while the grill heated up.
Summer.

» Posted By Vat On 09.09.2014 @ 6:35 pm

vines

They strung down over the house’s walls, twisting, obscuring the ancient brick. It was hard to see anything but the vines; the windows mere flashes of dull grey reflected light amid the dark oily green of the leaves, the walls themselves nothing more than climbing masses.

» Posted By Vat On 04.04.2013 @ 12:33 pm

beware

When the rain comes, it is too much for the thirsty ground. The first droplets splatter, leaving dark patches in the dust, quickly soaking in; they leave a pointillist imagining along the ground, small dots joining into larger, larger dots melding into a whole. And that whole is water.

» Posted By Vat On 03.20.2013 @ 6:50 pm

leathery

It slithered, and she liked that. It coiled and slid, and she liked that too. It turned its head, as if sensing her eyes on it, flickering its tongue out, testing the air. She held still, even her breath pausing, and it never flinched, its arrowhead nose pointing directly at her.

» Posted By Vat On 02.21.2013 @ 6:01 pm

flailing

She tumbled into the snow, laughing, a neon green and electric blue snow angel come to life, or perhaps some sort of alpine turtle newly turned over. Her hands and feet waved wildly as she grinned up at me. “It’s fabulous!” The words made steam bubbles of her breath, froze, and drifted away on the high mountain air.

» Posted By Vat On 02.18.2013 @ 5:24 pm

size

Greg was grinning, holding the fish in both hands. He hefted it. “Must be at least a fifteen pounder. We’ll eat for a week on this one.”

It was a long slow moment before Suze could bring herself to respond.

» Posted By Vat On 01.15.2013 @ 7:18 pm

local

It didn’t take long to realize she wasn’t one of them. It was subtle; you couldn’t put your finger on it. There was something about the way she dressed, about the way she did her hair, about the way she seemed to be invited to everything without really being invited. She just wasn’t part of any of it.

» Posted By Vat On 11.26.2012 @ 7:00 pm

teach

They said he could never be taught. They said he was too slow, too stupid, too backward. They pointed to the way his letters wobbled bewilderedly around the page when he tried to write them, turning and twisting one way and another without managing to form words.

» Posted By Vat On 11.06.2012 @ 7:13 pm

dysfunctional

We’re a pair. There’s a little imbalance, sure, but what relationship isn’t at least a little uneven. It’s a matter of keeping up rotational inertia and centers of gravity. So what if I move three times as fast? You’re much more massive.

» Posted By Vat On 09.12.2012 @ 6:53 pm

spa

There’s something about the feel of warm paraffin that is impossible to describe. It’s reminiscent of childhood mud puddles and the soft adult decadence of expensive chocolates; silk and warmth and soothing smoothness all rolled into one.

» Posted By Vat On 09.09.2012 @ 6:48 pm

texture

She put them on. The world twisted, rearranged itself, tip-tilted strangely in front of her eyes. She reached out, trying to look and not look at the same time, and took a step. Same old dirt beneath her bare feet.

» Posted By Vat On 09.01.2012 @ 6:26 pm

quest

He blinked, and stared. It was still there. It glittered in front of his vision, turning and sparkling in midair. There was no mistaking what he saw, or what it meant. He had been chosen…

» Posted By Vat On 05.21.2012 @ 5:18 pm

backspace

The back staircase coiled up in the narrow space next to the chimney. It was warm, there, even when the rest of the great house was frigid with winter. It was quiet, when the floors squeaked and groaned and the high echoing ceilings rang with laughter. It was private, and secret, no matter how many people filled the ballroom and spilled onto the patio and out into the gardens. It was theirs.

» Posted By Vat On 05.17.2012 @ 6:53 pm

romance

I can’t say I dressed for the occasion. If I had been planning anything, I would have gone for something scant. Something black and lace. Something with sparkles.

» Posted By Vat On 05.16.2012 @ 6:19 pm

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