I stare toward the horizon, willing his ship to return. Every day for three years, I’ve stood watch while the quiet beach surrounding me morphed into a bustling market, capitalism encroaching closer and closer to the crashing waves. A hand grips my shoulder, spinning me from the sea. “Move it,” the patrolman says. “No loitering.Continue reading “By the Seashore”
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Winter
Winter was the only season we could be together. At the first hint of frost, the lawn’s dew frozen along each blade, I awakened with the sunrise and raced outside to greet the dawn. I heard the hoofbeats from a mile away, and as she rounded the curve, auburn hair billowing out behind her, aContinue reading “Winter”
Jackson
The evil belonged to Jackson, and everyone knew it. It whispered among the winds twisting through the city streets, saturated the Boston ivy roots clinging to the brick façades, and soaked into the flowering dogwoods until the white blooms turned black as night. Yes, everyone knew it. Every Jackson resident at least. But visitors neverContinue reading “Jackson”
Legion
Their hold on me had long since loosened. A whisper within now the only vestige of their sway. They are, no, we are… I’d believed myself free of them. I let my savior believe the same. But a whisper soon turns into a scream. For they, no, we are many.
Severance
Before, it bound me, a small loop of entrapment, endlessly holding me still. All these years, an invisible string connected us, never allowing me to stray too far. Today, my thumb rubs where the ring used to be, and for the first time in forever, I smile.
Arden Ruth 