The Shadow the Cord Makes in October
Early October. The alarm went off and I lay there for a moment deciding whether the cold air outside the duvet was worth it, and then I got up anyway, which is how most mornings w…
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What We Came For and What We Left With
First Saturday of October. The market runs until noon but we got there at eight-forty-something because Simone had a specific errand in mind, a honey vendor she'd mentioned twice…
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The Thing the Stranger Left
End of a long Thursday shift. The floor was quiet, the way it gets in that last twenty minutes when everyone is moving through the close on autopilot, wiping down, restocking, not…
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Wednesday, Which Is Enough of a Plan
The text came in just after six. Not a question, really, more of a notification. 'Tonight?' And somehow that covers it. I'd already changed out of my work clothes, which Simone ha…
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The Body Had Already Decided
Thursday morning. The alarm went off and I sat up and my legs had a plan that I had not been consulted on. That is the only honest way to describe how the run happened. I was stan…
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She Called It Three Episodes Ago
The text came in at around six. Not a question, just: 'tonight?' I said yes before I'd even looked at what I had going. That is a thing Simone has managed to do consistently for y…
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The Mat Knows More Than You Do
Forty-five minutes. That is how long it took for the community center mat room to teach me something I genuinely did not know about myself, which is that I have a completely irrat…
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Keys, Fridge, Wednesday
Wednesday morning. Coffee not yet finished. I opened the fridge to get the oat milk and my keys were sitting behind the leftover pasta container, on the second shelf, as if they h…
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The Last Good Cup
There is a specific minute that happens at the end of a long shift, not when the clock actually hits the mark, but a few minutes after, when you are still on the floor technically…
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The Earrings Said Go
Tuesday night. That specific category of Tuesday night where you've already changed out of your work clothes, you're in the leggings, the couch has begun to make its case, and the…
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