Previous Incarnation

Alli sat on the porch of the broken house again, in a wooden rocking chair, brought out from inside – made of wood almost as gray as that of the porch. It was now early afternoon. The brilliant, electric-blue sky had been replaced by a cloudy hue, the color a soft, eggshell white. The drizzle … Continue reading Previous Incarnation

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