I sat for a long time at the bar. I tried to chat with Stephen, it was too busy. I wandered to the buffet table then through the main dining room, my eye caught the front door and I made my way toward it. I felt a tug at my sleeve as a slid past
Jack began to think the wound was superficial because there was no pain. Sure, there was pain when the knife went in, sharp and cold, but now there was nothing. He was numb. Sleep. That was all that was needed, sleep. Just a little rest and everything would be okay… Jack opened his eyes, blinking
I am 16 years old and I am sitting on the hood of my car in the parking lot of a 7-11 next to the girlfriend of my best friend. The car is a ’79 Chevy Citation, grey and dented. I bought it with money I borrowed from my grandfather, but I tell everyone at
Patrick Corrigan decided to throw a party while hanging upside-down on the schoolyard swings. Ideas often came to him this way. He felt he thought better with the blood rushing to his head. Patrick told this to Christine Donatello who sat on the swing beside him, immediately she flung herself backwards to join him. Two
There is a sound an orchestra makes just before it begins to play. It starts with silence. Then comes the tap of footsteps, the scratch of chair legs on wood floors and the sound of ruffled paper as sheet music is put in place. There is the hushed murmur of muffled conversation, the scratch of
2012 | Acrylic | on canvas
