Month: September 2017

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The Key in My Hand I awoke with a key clasped in my hand, an intricate, old-fashioned key that had left its imprint on my palm. I could sense motion around my bedroom, whispers and soft rustling and footsteps, but I thought I must still be wavering in the dark, fuzzy world of sleep because I couldn’t make out anything… Read more →

“Wardrobe Changes”   It’s a good looking dress, he said. Lights off, prying, pulling on hems, lace, designs he could not see – me, eyes swimming in ceiling fan shadows.   Gone. Abandoned in a box under my bed, but never quite forgotten. Lucky to have escaped the fate of fonder memories, ashes rising in smoke.   Next – something… Read more →