Listening

Through the peeling wall I listen as you pop your knuckles one by one. Each pop makes me twitch. Twitches that I barely notice, perhaps because I have become so used to them over the year. Delicate pops of destruction echoing through the wall. A wall that I pray will never crumble. I am...

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Play Date

Holding a doll in one hand and moving it’s legs with her other, Annie said, “Okay, so I’ll be the princess.” She walked her doll up the side of the tower that made up one of the four corners of the play castle. The doll was obviously a human female. It had pearly white...

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