Checking In

If you’ve spent any time reading this blog or talking to me, you’ll no doubt recognize the theme of my getting in trouble very frequently as a child. I say “as a child,” but let’s be real, I probably get in trouble just as often today, it’s just that when you’re 23 years old, no…

Single Day Weekend

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes for the third time that morning and finally dared to check my phone, close to dying for lack of a spare charger, to find that it was only a quarter to ten. Plenty of time. Rev’s radio alarm clock had been droning for a few hours now, faintly…

Out of the Oven

“Blindfold?” “Right here,” Grace responded. Her hand stretched out and offered Drew the strip of cloth. His hand rested on it, clasped in reception, and she turned her attention to her other hand as he counted to himself. He reached five and she released it, finally handing it over to him. He had to hold…

Compartments Pt. 3: Kip

We wanted to wait, at least until after Christmas. That only meant we’d be waiting three days, anyway, so it wasn’t too bad. So much of our time had been poured into this. We had to do it right. We owed it to Clara and Winnie to get as much of the story as we…

Compartments Pt. 2: Shill

It was weeks before I was able to find anything else about Winnie. Admittedly school had me bogged down pretty hard. Ms. Copper made sure to bring everything out of English that I might hate about it. We finished To Kill a Mockingbird, followed by a series on Edgar Allen Poe. We only read the…

Compartments Pt. 1: Calliope

I wasn’t really upset about the things you’d expect me to be upset about. I mean, I wasn’t really upset at all. That was more for Terri. For a boy entering junior high, I wasn’t as attached to my friends and surroundings as you’d expect. When we were told that we’d be moving in a…