Snapshots, 090619

In the seat in front of me, a girl's voice teases upward into a laugh. Between the window and the seat, her face is framed by light and a smartphone pressed to her ear; she's talking to someone she loves. The sun is hard in its heat and soft in its rays, and swaddles me… Continue reading Snapshots, 090619

Guessing Wrong

I will never guess wrong. Even if the teacher sears me to death with his gaze, if I rot in my chair, or if I make a fool of myself by keeping silent, I will never guess wrong. My heart thuds beneath my ribcage, a cold sweat breaks out on my palms, and I can… Continue reading Guessing Wrong