She was standing in the rain. Unmoving, while the tiny drops spattered her blue dress. I watched her from the window. I wanted to walk out to her, tell her that she was the only thing in the world. No, she was holding me back. My feet were glued to the floor, petrified by the truth. The lights of the cab appeared down the street, her head didn?t move. Her shoes were white with spots of mud from the edge of the sidewalk and bits of grass clung to them desperately.
Month: January 2012
Ugly in Stereo by Stacie Adams
The woman whispered to our mother as she swung a greasy brown finger over our heads. ?God must hate you,? she added before wandering away. My mother?s tense white face stayed that way for the remainder of our shopping excursion. In bed that night Chloe asked me what the woman whispered to our mother in the store.
Electra by Sonia B. SyGaco
The neighbors curled beneath their blankets, waited until the rhythm of anger from the flashing lights and thunder?s cursing abated, heard the first cry of an infant. The husband, an albularyo (folk healer) must have cut the umbilical cord and tied it into a knot. The wife exhausted from such strenuous labor, eyes now closed. The day had been unkind to her, the unbearable pain, brim of death.
Day 9961 by Felix Ames Glas
In a room, a large living room, Duo sat, his head in his hand, blocking his eyes from the rays of a dying sun. Around him, Louis and Clark, the other tenants–cats–played. The cats were mock fighting, oblivious in feline bliss; meanwhile, Duo was breaking down, National Geographic-like, rapidly becoming an endangered specie. His mind it turned out was not impervious to pain, loneliness
The Tortoise and the Hare by Stephen Prime
The Tortoise and the Hare An Aesop Foible by Stephen Prime Once upon a time there was a tortoise and a hare. The hare drove a red Ferrari 550 Maranello and was always boasting about how many revs he could get out of it. Although the tortoise and the hare weren?t really friends, they…