by WHWPAdmin | Jan 25, 2014 | Creative Writing
The night was cold and my eyes were burning. My bare feet kicked up gravel with every frantic step. They were not behind me, but they would be when they saw I was gone. They were always watching me, waiting for me to crack. But I’m not what they think I am. I just...
by WHWPAdmin | Jan 25, 2014 | Creative Writing
Smog scratched at my lungs. It was clear now, all those indescribable feelings answered in a single moment–dusk bringing a close to the day, the ambulance doors shutting after the gurney, separation incarnate. The afternoon began the same as any other. I was...