Sunken Dreams Ch.2 Pt. 3

“Come on, come on.” Al was practically bouncing out of her skin. “On three. One. . .” I grasped the metal latch. “Two. . .” Flipped the latch up. “Three.” I pushed back the lid and picked up a picture of our 12-year old selves. Albie’s black hair was in pigtails and she had on … Continue reading Sunken Dreams Ch.2 Pt. 3



You mask your bruises with that perfect life;
the big house, the fancy car, loving husband.

We see you.