Adele Baker

“Do You Remember? and I Miss You.” by Adele Baker

Submitted to Contest #212

Dear Sarah M., I don't find this world too amusing anymore. This morning I awoke to thoughts of grandeur snuffed by circumstance and cat hair up my nose. We used to be children. Do you remember that? Not long ago we were both just tots falling down playing tag and getting grass stains on our knees. Now I'm on the cusp of adultness, but I'm not adapting as I should. I find myself crying in the bathroom at work. An...

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“Kindling” by Adele Baker

Submitted to Contest #205

Sensitive Content Warning: Self-Harm, Substance Abuse The first thing you need to know is that there's no one around. I've been told that my disposition is that of someone who is not entirely there. Oddly, I must agree with that sentiment. It must drive people away when they look into my eyes and they can acknowledge I can hear them but it's somehow still clear I do not want to be ...

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“Apathetic Girl” by Adele Baker

Apathetic Girl. That's what her English teacher had called her in the seventh grade.  It was to allude to her demeanor. It was a harmless joke, but it forever changed how she knew people thought when they looked at her. Apathetic Girl. That is what she presented as. Her real name had no meaning to her anymore. She was an Apathetic Girl now. Ancillary, background dry-pan comic relief. The name of a la...

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“The Best Seats In The House” by Adele Baker

Submitted to Contest #147

“Should I get up? Should I say something?”Eric whispered in my general direction from the seat to my left, “No, no, I’m sure it’s fine,”Julia answered from my right, forever not wanting to make a fuss about anything, “The credits have been over for like…5 minutes now, the movie for like 20, so?” Eric complained not bothering to whisper anymore. The theater was pitch black all around, soundless without a m...

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“Smokes” by Adele Baker

Submitted to Contest #136

Long ago the sun had set. The orange rock and sand landscape was no longer illuminated by the sin-burning yellow-white of sun. It was dark in the desert, an anticipation hung in the air. The landscape was now blue and purple, and much more mysterious and sinister. There is a man, he walks with his hips, he walks forward, under a red rock arch, underneath the clear star-studded satin of the night sky. He has an outline of...

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