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“I have seen the end of things.”

She said it matter of fact, none of the usual dramatics that clung to the corners of her mouth. It was her style, to make it all seem like it was so much more than the routine we had made for ourselves. Fights were always better when you felt the blood surging through your veins, when you were aware of ( Read more... )

Waiting for the early train ( Read more... )

It’s a decidedly metallic sound, creating a rhythm in the flicking and the clicking. A lighter with no flint in it opening and closing as my fingers dance over the finish.

My hands are shaking and Orion is slipping lower in the night sky.

How do you steer without the stars.

I was in the canyon. No wind in the intersection of Adams and LaSalle, surrounded by towers. This was the epicenter, the point where everything was being pulled from the streets and coursing through the concrete. Stabbing through my bare feet, slamming into my heart till it pulsed through my veins. Hundreds, thousands of snapshot memories that ( Read more... )

"You are quite unfair." She said it to me with a smile on her face to hide her fear. Afraid that she was a secret no one could keep and that the lake would take her away someday and her memories would fade. When the waves became her voice but now her hair was long and the wind blew it, hiding her face ( Read more... )