Growing up as a disabled child, I learned to live in a world that was my own.
A pop, a rattle and a shake. I hear the all too familiar sounds. Pop, rattle and shake She’s attempting it again. Pop, rattle and shake. Another bottle. Week after week it is the same routine: break-up, get back together and break-up again. I run to the usual location, the bedroom closet, hoping it’s not … Continue reading Short Story: Attempts
The trees are wet. Joey can see this through the small window of his room. For hours he has been roving, mentally, across the moist pavement and stilled cars outside. The sun is rising now, dragging itself out of its bed of clouds; soon its malignant rays will be creeping up his wrinkled sheets. Picture … Continue reading Short Story Excerpt: Harper