My hair is dark.
My eyes are brown.
I am the color of sand.
Rocks and shells disintegrated into tiny particles by a blue and green ocean and carried in its powerful current to be spread across the world to distant shores.
I was once whole like the…
Stray wisps of clouds drift between a layer of white and the bright blue sky. Sun glints off the jet plane’s wing. The loud hum of the engine and the view out the window leave me to my thoughts. This is the last leg of the trip home. I feel old…worn…disconnected. The night before was sleepless-the fruits of my labor left to rot. If I could have, I would have laughed. Instead, I drank.
I know time will heal my bruised and broken ego. Until then, I’ll ruminate on what should have happened, flip flop between relief and failure, and try to believe that what did happen is as it should be.
The air felt thick and heavy against her skin, like tiny pinpricks of ice burrowing into her flesh and deep down into her bones. In only a flowing white gown; she was desperately aware of how underdressed she was, feeling somehow that she had been in this situation before, although…