Let the wolves circle. I never doubted you. Even now, your spine presses against mine; your blood pulses in my veins. I clench my fist, oath-scarred and full of rage. “You ready?” I hear your feral grin and nod. “Let’s do this.” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Cp6mKbRTQY
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Listening [the long version]
[Note: a short version of this story was posted at yeah write's fiction|poetry challenge, where the word limit is 750 words. Many thanks to Rowan G and her brutal editing skills for cutting it down to size. We thought it might be interesting to show how we whittled this down to the bare essentials. I'd be curious to … Continue reading Listening [the long version]
Listening
The first time I saw the ‘65 Mustang, her soft-top was shredded. Her passenger door only opened from the inside. Reservoirs stood empty or were missing. The hoses, the seals, the coating on the wires all showed sun damage. She’d been standing with her hood open for years. Anyone else might have walked away, but … Continue reading Listening
So real
"If it came down to it," I'd asked Jack once. "If you could only save one of them..." "One of who?" he wanted to know. "Kyna or Katie. If you couldn't get to both of them." "Katie," he said without hesitation and with a conviction I couldn't mistake. I nodded. He'd just been confirming something … Continue reading So real
One way out
I fumble for the switch, slap it off. The only light is the flickering of the EXIT sign, staining her pink. I pretend these are your lips, your hands, your teeth digging into my skin. I let her take what is yours.
Christine Hanolsy 