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Nowhere to Go

Chapter One: The Setting In a dark, desolate corner of her empty house, Liz rests uneasily on her more than worn couch. Her brown hair is long and disheveled, showing evidence of days without a shower. Her elbow, frail like the rest of her malnourished body and wounded spirit, sits propped on the back of… Continue reading Nowhere to Go

Fiction · Short Stories

Clouded Judgement

I never do well at these things, but then again who does? There's obviously nothing happy, nor exciting, about funeral parlors and reasons for being at one. As I rest in a dimly lit area of the room, the mirage of voices and sobs becomes a discomfort to my ears. I never quite know how to act, or what to say, especially to those who offer condolences and it is our first encounter in over a decade.