He is very old. Wrinkles like canyons, deep enough to stick my arm up to my elbow. Nose hairs protruding, white like icicles. I’ve seen him from afar many times over. He is always on the left side of the casket, his right ear best for hearing. Every funeral he mumbles to his sons, they … Continue reading Measuring Mortician
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Mirage
Wood cracks and pops. Sparks leap with joy as they dance to my feet. The heat of the flames is enough to burn the edges of my cheeks, but I welcome it. The fire is everything right now. Consuming me. The dancing flames enrapture my curiosity with their waltz. Spirits as orange as the sun, … Continue reading Mirage
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Touch of Death
Horatio fluttered his fingers down my ribs, tickling his way to my hip. I hid a smile. How long could I pretend to sleep, letting him intimately flirt his way around my body? Until morning light? A caress on my neck, up to roam through my hair. Sliding down the opposite arm, all the way … Continue reading Touch of Death
Jessica Balko 