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I don’t know how many bandages I’ve wrapped around my shoulders– I dislodge them often, from jumping at shadows, cringing at banshees, trying to catch myself when I fall since no one else will do the catching for me. They don’t bleed, but I like to think the wrapping holds me together.Posted By Annie P On 07.12.2012 @ 4:20 pm
I should probably get someone to help me with this, I thought as the papers fell out of my hand onto the ground, spilling across and getting in the way of some very important people. I should also get an adviser for the divorce, I think.
“You’re getting divorced?”
I probably shouldn’t have said that out loud, in front of the cause for said divorce.Posted By Annie P On 07.11.2012 @ 5:18 pm
You should probably shut up, she said. Just a suggestion.
He stared at her. The whole room stared at her. She could feel all their eyeballs moving to angle themselves at her, and she squirmed.
Stop with the squirming! she squeaked.
It’s just you, he said. Ya loon.
Her arms akimbo, she stared him right in the eye. I am /not/ a bird.Posted By Annie P On 07.10.2012 @ 6:05 pm
The last time they met was on the train. He didn’t expect her. She didn’t expect him. Though, had they been expecting it, they would’ve both known she’d break into tears.
“You’re supposed to be gone.”
“Why couldn’t you stay that way?”
“I don’t know.”
He wants to touch her shoulder, but, just like that windy October day years ago, his fingers only hover over a ghost.Posted By Annie P On 07.03.2012 @ 8:52 pm
We’re biking, everything’s a blur, or rather, blurring. The wind isn’t wind anymore, but speed. My heartbeats are loud inside my head. The trees move together, but the blue remains blue. That’s what I’ve always loved about the sky. I feel a strange emotion, knowing you’re somewhere close to me, and laugh.Posted By Annie P On 07.02.2012 @ 9:36 am
the almost touch you never put on my shoulder still gives me chills, and did I tell you, how ill I am, so sick, so wretched I could retch from the weights inside me why didn’t anyone tell me why didn’t anyone stop me i’m in love i’m still in love and it’s so cold.Posted By Annie P On 06.30.2012 @ 11:03 pm
The ball thuds against the ground and I groan. “Goddammit,” I mutter as the members of the other team cheer and laugh.
“Six-nine,” Marco says. “Seis-nueve.”
Jaime walks over as I roll onto my back and extends a hand. “Next one.” His tone is firm.
I nod. Not this time.Posted By Annie P On 06.29.2012 @ 9:58 pm
He picks up the empty bowls on the table, one by one, but drops the last one. The last dregs of soup spill out on the floor. He thinks of the Rorschach tests, how useless they were, and then remembers the way he used to watch the clouds grow at sunset. A better way to test the mind, he thought. Cloud-watching.Posted By Annie P On 06.25.2012 @ 10:52 pm
“I’ve never wanted to be pregnant,” she said as she dropped a handful of seeds into the first of six small, deep holes. “Have you seen any of those videos, read anything about the process? Horrifying.”
“I guess,” I agreed.
“You’re imagining these seeds as sperm, aren’t you.” Statement, not a question.
I shrugged and grinned sheepishly.Posted By Annie P On 06.24.2012 @ 10:00 pm
The tennis rackets tumbled to the floor. I picked one up, grabbed a length of hair, and began to thread it through.
She stared at me. “Whatever are you doing?”
“Don’t you know? I’m a mermaid.”
Suddenly, she laughed. “Like Ariel.”
“Yes,” I said, grinning. “Like a sprite.”
“Oh now you’re changing movies.”Posted By Annie P On 06.11.2012 @ 9:48 am
I reached over the table to grab the marmalade, and she swatted at my arm. “Manners,” she murmured.
“I’m not some sort of fly,” I grumbled back.
Her eyes seemed to disagree with me. So I decided to stop pretending.
“What? You’re pregnant with *whose* child?” I said, loudly, clearly.
She swatted at my head this time.Posted By Annie P On 03.08.2012 @ 8:22 pm
She adopted a new manner of dress– gone were the long-sleeved, black lace ensembles, the thick black boots, the dark and smudgy eyeliner. She slipped into the crowd easily, no more than a nice cardigan and denim most days. And her friends were angry, so angry.Posted By Annie P On 02.09.2012 @ 10:07 pm
The station orbits the Earth, as it always does. And Mari is in her room, observing yet another explosion down below– from the United States again. She has always been surprised by the fact that it held on to its name, when it had so clearly ballooned into an empire. For show, she supposesPosted By Annie P On 02.06.2012 @ 9:00 pm
The cruise ship makes her sick. She walks back and forth on the deck, breathing carefully. Her little brother emerges from his cabin and stands a distance from her. She is not sick from the movement. There is something lurking in the cabin, on the ship, something she cannot escape from.Posted By Annie P On 01.27.2012 @ 7:14 pm
He’s working a white-collar job, but sometimes he forgets, like when he steps back into the playroom of his grandparent’s house. The world spins a little. It grows hot. He pulls at his blue collar, and remembers the times when Grampa Allen would burst through the door, snatching him up after a long day’s work at the fields.Posted By Annie P On 01.26.2012 @ 7:50 pm
I couldn’t help staring at it. “You’re like Marge Simpson,” I blurted.
She tilted her head. “That’s always nice to hear. People usually say I look like Katy Perry and Amy Winehouse’s love-child.”
I shrugged. “That works too, I guess. But your face looks like a poodle’s.”
She stared at me. I shrugged again.Posted By Annie P On 01.25.2012 @ 7:32 pm
The hinge clatters to the floor, a moment after the resounding thud of the old door. Charlie starts chuckling. “That’s weird.” He picks it up, eyes it for a moment, and then throws it out the window. They hear it make a sharp noise as it contacts with Darla’s car roof.
“So I’m thinking about moving out of here,” he says. “Without you.”Posted By Annie P On 01.24.2012 @ 4:43 pm
The child stands at the top of the slide, glaring down at us. “WHY WON’T YOU GO AWAY?” He bellows, tears springing to the edges of his dark eyes.
I look back up at him. “Because we don’t know how,” I say.
He stares at us for a long while before he slides down into her arms.Posted By Annie P On 01.16.2012 @ 1:18 pm
She eased herself down slowly, letting her back sink down into the water, and dropped her head back. She could feel the lilies drifting in and out and around her hair. Inhaling deeply, she kept going. There was no turning back. And he would sit there, months later, wondering where she was now.Posted By Annie P On 01.08.2012 @ 3:04 pm
“I don’t have anything to say,” he mumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
She smiled. “I’m sure you have something to do.”
She pushed him into the sight of twenty kindergarten-age children. He stared at them. Then he said, “One day you will learn that you can spell words you’ve never heard of before.”Posted By Annie P On 11.02.2011 @ 7:31 pm
The choir resounded through my head. “Huh.”
She looked over at me, crossing her legs and popping a lollipop in her mouth. “What?”
For a moment, I stared at the grimy ceiling, without saying anything. “She’s my mother.”
“Yes,” was her response. She stood up and examined her outfit in the mirror.Posted By Annie P On 11.01.2011 @ 9:32 pm