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Blackberry kiss. I missed you. I ate birdseeds on the rooftop, hot like the stale days of summer. Chin up, feather on the soft underbelly tickling soft; impatient.

She stepped out of her wellingtons and into the kitchen. “Did you grab the phone?” I had not heard the phone ring as I flipped through the pages of my old notebook.

I must have a slice. A slice of that blueberry pie, moist like wildflowers on a damp morning. Sweet with that same dew. I haven’t seen pie in years, ages, eons, forever, I’ve never seen pie that looked quite so delectable as a slice of blueberry pie on a ceramic plate with daisies on it.

There are three places I could take this conversation. I feel as if I stand on a concrete driving course with orange cones marking the most dangerous zones. It depends on the word. The one word. Or the three […]

There’s no bleeding. No spilling or seeping or running through the cracks. After the hole I made, I think my bag is just empty. Nothing to run out.

There’s a tickle in the back of my throat. The house key is in my pocket; I can feel its weight tug gently at the fabric of my sweats as I contemplate Joanna’s shadow looming outside the obscured glass of the front door.

I’ve lost wallets and competitions and words, but I guess I never quite knew what it was like to lose a person–not until now, that is.

Just like that, she kissed me. I wasn’t sure whether it was the striped jacket or the sequined converse I wore to class that day, but as soon as we were behind the water fountain on the way to third period, she […]

I put sunflowers in my pocket, just to keep them for later even though I knew they would wither before I returned home. I suppose I wanted to cherish the moment. To take it with me. I don’t remember quite as […]

“Did you follow the instructions?”
“Well, not exactly,” Emily responded to Grace’s bewildered expression. The instructions had fallen out of the plastic bag crumpled on the floor. “I’m sure this will be fine,” […]