I’m Still on the Wall…

I’m Still on the Wall…

One by one, they each get picked. The one to your right. Then the one three people to your left. She’s fast. He’s got good feet. That one is just fun to have on your team. The sun-drenched wall of bricks digging into the small of your back. Burning. Like fire against...
They Call Me “Hat Girl.”

They Call Me “Hat Girl.”

I used to drag it around everywhere I went… Usually took up space in the middle of my room. I couldn’t close it anymore, it was spilling out. I don’t think they make bigger trash bags either. Mine was green, the strong triple-ply kind that doesn’t get holes in it...