Toss and Turn

It’s 3 a.m., and I’m wide awake, tossing and turning like it’s my own signature dance move, all to the tune of grief and fear. Back and forth I spin on the deep gray sheets that prove there is no thread count that can stop my midnight moves. That tune is just too loud.  The…

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Tell Me a Story

The girl was fifteen and had on a summer Poplin jumper and Sperry Topsiders (for which I was envious).

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