

Surviving WinterThe clouds melted into the sky, bleaching the blue a dirty white. Water on the road reflected the color, bleeding across the horizon, the line hard to distinguish even with the crooked trees embedded in the distant ground. Though the last frost was weeks ago, the fields were cold and ugly on the child’s bare feet. Her winter-paled toes curled into the light, stiff grass, the same color as the drab road, the same color as the melting clouds. Her father watched her wraithlike body disappear across the fields from the kitchen window, brooding over his daughter’s silence. He had expected the usual questions like, “Why do you have to leave?” and “Surviving Winter


HappinessThe cold crept up her seams like lace along the lining of her fur coat. She pressed her lips together, preventing frost from thickening on the chapped flesh, she imagined a wound on her face, the pink scar healing over muscle and bone. Tasting the nicotine on her lips with her tongue, she sucked on the filter again and flicked the butt into the gutter. The girl threw her head, flipping her hair from her face. Her hard features were difficult to call “pretty,” but she her presence was intriguing and you just don’t see too many girls dressed like 1950s film stars nowadays. At the end of the street she stopped and rapped on the last house.  Happiness
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Part of this good breakfast
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Part of this good breakfast
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i nearly broke my spine
as i was bending back
for you...
i'll do it too
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