My eyes followed Tracey’s hand movements as she spoke wildly about Spenser and how there had been a wild goose chase Monday, as he had called a bunch of people and then disappeared. The pit in my stomach grew larger and I think Tracey could see it through my shirt.
I keep having this dream where I am in the middle of the ocean at dawn. I’ve been treading water all night, holding onto a plank, being battered by waves. I’m too tired to be fearful of what’s below and I’m about to give in to my exhaustion when I see you standing in the distance. You’re not saying anything and I can tell it’s you, because your eyes are bluer than the landscape. You’re holding a l...
Life is like a sharp stick—if you’re not careful, it’ll poke your eyeball out. It can kill you in a thousand different ways, but at the same time equips you with defense and means to keep yourself fed....
