Seven SeedsEver since her death, Samuel’s days have trickled by like molasses and his nights are spent forming elaborate dreams of her return from Tartarus.Seven Seeds
He leaves his bedroom windows open, allowing the rapidly cooling autumn breezes to dance in the claustrophobic, messy bedroom.
Sam’s mind tends to creep up on him in his dreams, taunting him with memories of Chloe emerging from her studio, covered in paint and her eyes half-mad with creation.
He turns over in his sleep, a frown creasing his once-handsome face, worn down by grief and alcohol. _____
Chloe loved the beach
Starving JulyIt was the end of July, in the summer of 1999.Starving July
The trees had stopped singing in the heat—there was simply no breeze, and the bluebirds were all exhausted into silence. The Chesapeake Bay, never the most beautiful thing, gave off a stench of decay, of pestilence, into the swimming heat of mid afternoon.
I was ten years old, and it was the end of July.
While most children were at the pool, at summer camps, or hell…even sitting in air-conditioned homes being cared for by their loving mothers, I was sprawled spread-eagle on the linoleum of our rented home’s floor, squinting through the heat haze
Quarter PastSo I’m waiting for my nails to dry. Fifteen minutes out of my day for pure stagnation. Fifteen minutes? you ask, incredulously. Sweetheart, haven’t you heard of those new jetset polishes? A minute and a half per coat. You’d be done in less than half the time. Oh sugar, technology’s not for me. You can take those chintzy polishes and put them on your eighty dollar manicure for touch ups, but I know the benefits of splurging a little bit of my time to reap better rewards. Besides, I’ve already drawn in this fifteen minute break. It’s key to preserving the balance of my day. If you want, Estella, I can show you the schedule. You see,Quarter Past
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