The 63rd Parallel“It’s so nice to see a young man with manners. I usually have to push a cart all the way down the block, all that way, or I’d have to carry them. All these bags, you know, I’m always having my grandchildren over, Aaron. They love their Mom-mom’s cookies. Does your family leave near-abouts?” “No, ma’am. I’m new to Austin. From Eldorado.” The edge of a can dug into his elbow; he shifted the bags again, but now it banged against his rib. She turned into the alcove of a square buildinThe 63rd Parallel
Upon the Smallest ThingsHis knee creaked precariously on the very first step, and the droplet of sweat which crept against the back of the grinding joint felt like some small spider. Fearing noise, any noise at all, Brian paused, tongue wetting his lips, flat and doggish against them.Upon the Smallest Things
There was still silence.
He avoided the squeaky stair with a burning stretch of his right leg, eased down only the balls of his feet to the wood and barely breathed the rest of the way up, bleary eyes peeking around the corner of thin, plaster-spotted wall.
There was Hoos, still seated with body perfectly contorted into a lotus, back straighter
Elegiacs The perfect arctic ice of her eyes, the kind of blue so translucent – like a window with the overcast sun breaking through, meeting you head-on – they were mesmerizing. On the purely physical, of course, but then I had run my fingers along the broken edges of that ice, tested the grooves and watched them seep some in my hands; I had held her soul a little while, breath stolen at its easy fragility, aware I was only cradling the pieces. Perhaps that was what made her beautiful. Her lips, ripe like apples {she lElegiacs
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