by Rikki Wooden There is no God in this dry, dreary town. My bare thighs stick uncomfortably to the leather seat as I drive the blue 1979 Ford truck down route 51 toward Arizona. The air conditioner is not working which forces me to roll down all the windows. The heat pours in making my […]
Zara enjoyed many things including music, theater, art and the like. She wore flowers in her hair when she felt like it and went bird-watching on the weekends. She rode her bike daily, argued with strangers about the validity of ethics and spent most of her Friday nights crying alone over empty bottles of bourbon. But there was something about her that neither John, nor anyone really, knew about her.
by Samantha De La O Althaea admired her own form as she slipped into the silk dress that had been left for her. She felt strong but light, lovely, but not exquisite. The dress was crimson, a shade that flattered the porcelain undertones of her complexion. Her reflection smiled, and she sensed the subtle duality […]