Her mouth turned up in a most beautiful smile, eyes of sorrow, plumes of autumn fire framing her face. I recognize her in an instant, wanting to reach out and reconnect. But our connection is so strained, searing with pain. The sorrow we share, make the best. Be well.
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The Car Ride
Locked in and ready to go, the passenger waits for the driver to make his move. In this case, I am waiting, fingers tapping against the armrest. I can feel the heat coming off the back of my neck and try to take some silent deep breaths. The driver looks over to me and I … Continue reading The Car Ride
Chloe Vasquez 