I recently began teaching myself to sew.
I’m not one for hobbies, normally. I’m far too busy in my day-to-day life, but when they tell me I should do something with my free time, I mean I can’t just ignore them, can I? Hardly.
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They came from the lake.
They called it to join them in the lake.
It was a Wednesday and the sky was low and purple, constricting in on the town.
I’m here because our son lost one of his friends and we’re trying to figure out how to find her.
Where has Lucy gone?
Our son wants someone to play with!
He awakes.
He awakes in bed.
He awakes in bed, confused.
But he shouldn’t be.
A deal, is a deal.
The bed is on the ceiling, and now, he is finally wide awake; staring at the floor through the locks of his long hair. They hang heavy, damp with something viscous dripping downward. Downward with the pull of gravity. He tosses his head around from where he dangles to rearrange the mop of sodden curls away from his eyes.
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You were supposed to be a doctor. If you’re raised by two doctors, you’re also supposed to be a doctor because that is their plan. You would graduate high school and attend some prestigious medical school and they would pay for it and everyone would be happy. Well, you didn’t want that. You always wanted to write. Imagine their disappointment when you told them.
The first time I saw one, I was seven. That was the night the neighbor-girl Cindy died. We were friends.
It was summertime and the marsh was foggy and the frogs were all going at once, making an awful racket with their obnoxious noises.
I awoke in my dorm room to the distant sound of hammers….Pounding and pounding and pounding. “Do you hear that?” I asked.
My dormmate indicated that he did not. Gave me a strange look.
I think my new neighbor is planting hallucinogens but I can’t be sure. Not that it matters. We’ve been on a couple of dates now and he seems nice enough but even still, I know what I’ve heard with my own ears and seen with my own eyes.