Fountains in a Tea House

The clouds above were roiling and gray. The wind tore through the trees, ripping off small branches. An untethered, rotted tennis court net flapped in the wind. Alli walked across the leave-strewn hardcourt. A house loomed, lopsided and in disrepair. Alli entered through the familiar red door, swinging off its hinges, hanging by a screw. … Continue reading Fountains in a Tea House

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Love is a Haunting

Seaweed twisted and floated overhead. Dappled sunlight cut through the waves and rippled down from above. Alli was walking, on the shallow ocean floor, in a white suit. Gray, wooden buildings lined the street, on either side, underwater. The doorways yawned, black, empty entrances, that doubled as windows to oblivion. The water was clear. Nealy … Continue reading Love is a Haunting