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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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…
Read entryThe original plan was that Simone was going to show me one thing. A single review. She'd seen it earlier and thought I might find it useful, which, fair, I have mentioned that my…
Read entryThe morning had a whole plan. Run first, then coffee, then the community center errand I'd been putting off since Thursday. I was dressed, I had my bag, I was out the door at a re…
Read entryIt was the end of a long shift and my brain had clearly punched out about forty minutes before my body did. I was at the break room counter, coat on, bag on shoulder, ready, and I…
Read entryThe text went out at around eight-fifteen. I was trying to ask Simone something about the weaving class, specifically whether she knew if the third session used a different warp s…
Read entryMy neighbor knocked around ten in the morning with that specific look people have when they've just arrived from a large grocery run and immediately regretted their optimism. Four…
Read entryThe container was the last one in the cabinet and I was fully prepared for the lid to be the wrong lid, the lid from a different container that lives in a drawer somewhere and has…
Read entryThere was a quiz. A real one, the kind with a sheet, a deadline, a posted date that I had been aware of for three weeks and had been treating as someone else's problem until forty…
Read entryThe earrings were not a plan. I put them on the way you do something without deciding to, grabbed them off the bathroom shelf because they were there, because it was a Tuesday and…
Read entryThe machine said it four times. Unexpected item in the bagging area. The item, each time, was my hand. Not a bag, not a watermelon, not something ambiguous, my hand, which I was u…
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