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keepsakeJohan takes the old lit books out of his bag one by one and throws them at me. I bat aside a well-worn copy of Frankenstein, and then ask him why he still has it in his bag in March. For an answer, he throws Oryx and Crake at my head.keepsake
Once the lit books have been exhausted, he takes out rainforests of paper and the cover of a sketchbook he messed around with last year. He takes out broken pens and pencils, a broken pair of headphones, and a few pieces of trash. All these things, he threw at me, and after they bounced off my arms or head, I picked them up and placed them on the table between us.
“What is this?&
by ~altilde
freshwaterthere is a bottle of cucumber scented soap on my desk, the most beautiful colour i have ever seen: the lightest of light greens, at times yellow and at times blue, and clear and untouched as glass. when i look at it, it reminds me of a park i went to as a kid with Gunhild and my brother and my brother’s friend and the green grass that could not have been that green, and the blue sky, and a lemon yellow frisbee that we did not have, and the dark hallway of trees with the branch that looked like a snake, and then it also reminds me of the red suburban houses and streets and picnics that i have always seen in movies. ifreshwater
by ~altilde
a goodbye storyand there’s the bowl on the table and inside like something fantasy swims swirling swirling swirling in the white a fish like any other fish except that it is my fish. but not my fish.a goodbye story
it was our fish but now it is only my fish, and it is swimming in its bowl, and it swirls and the water chops and i want to pour it out but i can’t because i cannot kill it, i cannot kill anything.
but that fish is there and it is swimming and like it doesn’t know that it is guilty,
like it doesn’t know that it is to blame for the mess that is on my counter, is my life, like the mess of colours behind
by ~altilde
a flower clipSeth is watching from his bedroom window as his father’s red pickup pulls into the driveway. It has been half a year since he was in this room.a flower clip
The closest house to his is a mile away. It belonged to a girl named Laura. He could not remember much about Laura, except that she had brown eyes, her mother made ham and pickle sandwiches, and her father played piano.
Seth watches his father disappear beneath the roof of the small front porch and hears the slamming of the screen door as he enters the kitchen. The sound of stomping boots shakes the house as they wander to and fro; bags are dropped, pockets unpac
by ~altilde
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