Fiction

Inel’s mom grabbed their arm before they could open the door to the car. “Wait. Inel, are you sure you want to wear those pronoun pins?” Inels mom asked her. Two pins sat in the corner of Inels shirt.

-- PART ONE --

It's not safe, I said.

You told me it was safer than a Chevy Colorado.

It's too small, you said before.

When I reminded you of this, you brushed it off.

It’s her.

The person I have spent my whole life waiting for.

She stares me down, her eyes trained on mine. I was trying to toy with her, taunt her, make her flustered, but she holds my stare like it’s nothing.

          As the start of my end arrives, I am asked why things had to be like this. An elaborate request at the hand of my enemy; a question that I no longer know how to answer.

And then there were Two.

There was Nothing and there were Two and they were not in love. Love was not a thing yet, there was Nothing.

One said to the other, "I've discovered I can say words."

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CHAPTER I

I’ve been drowning for many, many years. Down and down I sink, reaching forever and ever upward only to find fistful after fistful of water.

My grandmother's body slowly shifts into the rock, weaving into the dead texture. Eyes faded and grey, seeing more than I will ever know, and yet nothing at all.

"hi." i say as i walk over to him. "hi." he said as he stared up at the sunset. "pretty, ain't it?" i nod. "looks like gold." he said.

we both sat down on the cement craning our necks up to the sky.

i ran under the outing by the bus stop,, the bus was late,, it was raining,, i was alone,, and i was cold.

The meeting room is filled with noise. People talking and laughing as they greet their friends. This is the first time I have ever been early for a meeting, and it’s not nearly as fulfilling as I anticipated.

 66 Days