Voices


    She’s not convinced the day is right, it seems too much like yesterday. The suns the same-the room’s the same-but the echo of the kids seems astray. She tries to move slowly and truly see what is wrong. She listens closely to every sound and waits to hear a children’s song. But the... Continue Reading →

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Survivor


He slumps into the restaurant, pulling rain-drenched garments off of him as he walks to a booth in the back. Using one of the benches at his booth, he piles the sodden clothing up. It looks like a laundry bin at the homeless shelter. Smells like it too. Collapsing into the opposite seat, he breathes... Continue Reading →

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