Ice crusted over the window she was staring out of, into the deep white abyss of winter. The fire crackled behind me as I shifted, she muffled a sniffle with her blanket pressed to her nose. “There’s too much blank, too much open blankness in winter like this. Stuck inside the warmth, all you have… Continue reading Excerpts from a book I’ll never write.
You remember those days before you had too much to worry about, too many people counting on you. When the booze flowed, the showers were scarce, and laughter about bad decisions filled the air. You craved more, more than your average job waiting tables to pay your bills and booze in the freezer for the… Continue reading More.
One day when you’re on your hands and knees scrubbing floors, you’ll notice every little scratch, every scuff mark, every drop of sticky unknown substances. Look at everyone around you, and I promise you, no one else will even see them. They’ll brush it off, swear they weren’t the ones to spill anything, they swear… Continue reading One day..