The lines on my arm extended upwards and to my left cheek like little spider webs making their way across my body. The zipper tab of my bag left an imprint on my shoulder and a loose button stuck to my neck. This is how Frankenstein must have felt every time he looked in the mirror.
She let her sentence hang in the air, but it still cut. Her ghost. She thought she was looking at my dead sister’s ghost.
Mom hasn’t had laughing lines like that since we’ve been on our own. Those years before Brooke was gone were the best memories I had of mom, but I could barely recall them. The entire album was full of memories I had forgotten.
I could see the fingers of the vines clinging to the stone surface. Brooke hung a wind chime off the windowsill and it was twinkling a sweet tune. I felt like a less trapped version of Rapunzel. I was completely disconnected from the world outside this window.
I followed Jared into the front entryway. It was the size of my kitchen, living room, and bedroom put together with room to spare. There was a family room (or whatever you called a room with sofas and chair in a house this size) to the left and a set of curving stairs just beyond … Continue reading Sunken Dreams Ch.3 Pt.3
“Jacqueline!” Jared’s harsh voice cut through the crowd. I looked around, but I still couldn’t see him. “Jacqueline Elizabeth, stop dawdling and get into this cab now.” I searched the row of cabs on the street and found the one with Jared poking his head out of the window. His arm was waving out the … Continue reading Sunken Dreams Ch.3 Pt.2
The plane ride was a whole lot shorter than I expected; even with the connecting flight in Chicago. Jared spoke to me all of three times during our trip, the first to tell me to grab his bag, the second to ask if I was hungry (I wasn’t), and the third to let me know … Continue reading Sunken Dreams Chapter 3
“You sure you don’t wanna say bye to your mom before you go?” Al grabbed my arm before I could get out of the car. “You’re moving to New York. You don’t know when you’ll see her again.” I pulled out of her grasp and stepped into the airport parking garage. “I’m sure. Besides, she’s … Continue reading Sunken Dreams Ch.2 Pt.4
“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
I met Albie in the abandoned parking lot across from her house and climbed through the tunnel that led to our makeshift fort. Al was the first person to talk to me after mom and I moved. I walked into my new classroom and all eyes bore into me. I felt like an animal locked … Continue reading Sunken Dreams Ch.2 Pt.2