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I normally don’t wake up when things go bump in the night--I’ve never been afraid of shadows, not until now. A week ago, my eyes wouldn’t have flown open at the sound of the door, my form wouldn’t have quivered with panic as the hardwood groaned with weight. “It’s just Max,” I’d tell myself, “he always gets home late.” A week ago, I’d have slept through the night-- but a week ago, he was alive. Ink seeped along my bedroom ceiling, taunting me with the hour. In 6 minutes, Max’ll have been gone for more than a week-...
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Content Warning: domestic abuse, panic attacks When that little boy walked into my store, I could feel my heart break. Woe was scattered upon his freckles, and his sleeves stretched over his wrists. In the dead of winter, he wore only a t-shirt. I still remember how quiet his voice was, the soft tingle of the door as it blurred his question: “do you have anything happy I can read?” My cat, Nemo, let out a small meow, as I craned my neck to see the small boy. He may have been the shortest kid I’d ever seen. His hair fell in chubby cu...
I've got a nose buried in the books and fingers itching to get to the paper, for what more could I dream?
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