The first time I saw his face, I was planning to kill him.
I can remember it so clearly. He was young, his back broad and arms thick from working in the coffee fields of Brazil. He had a strong jaw and bright eyes, his skin darkened from labor in the sun. Attractive, and of suitable age. He displayed all of the base characteristics of the weaker sex: aggression, pompousness, arrogance. He was the perfect choice.
I watched him from the jungle, leaves obscuring my body, melding into the...
Through Rose-Tinted Lens
I shift into park and sigh, squinting against the glare of the sun through the windshield. Sweat trickles down my back and makes my hair stick to my neck. Stupid air conditioner. Did it have to give out now? I shove the door open with one foot, reaching across to the passenger’s side to grab the limp McDonald’s bag I’d been so eager to have. It smells gross, but at least I won’t have to cook tonight.
Hopefully, Jake will understand. McDonald’s may not be the...
A stone wall barred me from the mouth of Hades. Icy spikes stood as sentinels; their jagged edges littered the path to the gates, making each step treacherous. The river behind me set off a chill that seeped through to what should have been my bones.
I didn’t have bones anymore, nor flesh. Just a slip of a soul standing in front the gates. I felt the same; still human, still human shaped, but my being looked . . . different. Fuzzy, like I was seeing myself through a pool of water.
Beyond the...