“Unexpected Delights” by Thor Garcia
Darryl was already gone when I opened my eyes in the bright bitterness of morning . . .
Darryl was already gone when I opened my eyes in the bright bitterness of morning . . .
She wondered what his skin felt like. There was little of it to see, wrapped in all black like a Bedouin woman in the desert . . .
Date: March, 14 2015
“Good to Great.” Featuring readings from Adam Mansbach, T. Jefferson Parker, and Thomas Perry.
She ran up to me kind of sideways, half willing herself to approach me and half strangely drawn to me. Even from across the room, she yelled out for all to hear:
“Why did you come?!” . . .
It cut through me like a knife. Not a sharp one—quick and hot and over immediately, no. That would have been too simple. Jacob’s first meltdown was more like a dull, rusted blade that sawed its way back and forth over my heart . . .
“Mum! What did you do with my curling iron?”
Trinh’s voice tumbles down the staircase. There is an uncomfortable silence at the table as Leah avoids the glances of her friends . . .
I’ve maxed out my credit cards. I got fired. I only leave the house for organic food—and yoga . . .
PA R T 2 T H E I M P O S S I B L E P E R F E C T I O N Beth: The sun passed over the house as I sipped my coffee on the back porch. We wrestled in the bedroom and I pretended that the carpet was […]