The Fires had Just Started: Part 3
Monday, January 11th, 2010Soot. Everywhere. My pants, my hands, my face, her bed skirt, that enigmatic little box. My fingerprints made smudgy little guilty eggs wherever I roamed that day. She was in enough of a tiff for some reason that she think to make me bathe, I am always so manic after a fire, I couldn’t let […]
The Fires had Just Started: Part 2
Monday, January 4th, 2010Fire burns, and fire hurts. Miss Hannah told me about God’s fire in the Moses’s book of exodus. God’s fire didn’t consume anything. There wasn’t even smoke. My fire made smoke, and noise, and heat, and light. It was difficult to be mad at fire… the beauty it poured out. My fire did consume. […]
The Fires Had Just Started
Saturday, December 26th, 2009“Come in. Welcome, child,” she said with a kindness of which I was more than wary. “This is a home. This can be your home. For a while.” The last word hurt her more than it hurt me. The green Honda she picked me up in looked from it’s place in the drive at me […]
A Basketful of Potatoes
Thursday, December 10th, 2009The place was beautiful. We could hardly, for the life of us, understand why. Each clue pointed to a deeper confusion; each confusion pointed to reasons for us to keep exploring. Were we the only ones to know of this place? Were we the only ones to care? The house had easily ignorable signs around […]