Variations of Summer
It’s a hot, humid summer the summer before high school, and I’m back in Guangzhou, a city at once all too familiar and foreign. The perennial hazy sky, green and blue and yellow taxis speeding down the street, laundry airing on balconies.
Petal heart
Phoebe, like everyone, has a peeling heart. At age 23, Phoebe would call it a tearing, ripping, yanking heart… It is a part of growing up, this she knows. But still, it hurts.
The Parakeet
And now, Nasrin spent her days at home, alone. And the honey afternoon light, viscous and heavy, lazily spilled through the windows and collected in the corners of the room. And the late summer days bled into one another. And the people on the television and the gibberish fluttering out of their mouths, she didn’t…
The Hatch
The darkness is a challenge, but the hardest part is not knowing what happened to everyone else. I think about all the people I used to know and wonder what became of them, but we’re not supposed to do that. It just makes it harder.
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