A line of cars wraps around the brick building with green awnings and spills into the street, clogging traffic. Each car follows the next like train cars joined by invisible links. Customers chuck
I stand in the mulch, surrounded by the playground that was the backdrop of my childhood. I remember running through the grass and sliding down the slides, trying to keep my dress clean
“Tell us a ghost story, Lindsay!” “Yeah, you’re so good at it! Please?” The small voices of my cousins and I echoed through the tiny room built onto the backside of my
Hair flying in the wind. Trees blurring past me. Breeze blowing in my ears, and I lean in to listen to it, like listening to the heartbeat of a seashell. Saddle rocking as
Afternoon sunlight slanted through the window, warming the stainless steel counter and filling the kitchen with the sleepy warmth of a weighted blanket. Returning to work in the ranch kitchen after an afternoon