“First world problems kiddo,” Dad teases when I complain about my braces as we pull into the school driveway one morning. “I bet Marilyn Monroe had braces at sixteen too. She had the most perfect teeth.” He puts his convertible in park, then squeezes my …
She moved through the rain like she was a veteran in the Russian ballet, with the smooth sway of her arms at her sides and her delicate and confident steps amidst the forming puddles. She didn’t look discomfited by the wet either. Rather, she might …
The bus jolted across the dirt shoulder and skidded to a halt on the blacktop outside the diner where it sat expectantly while the dust caught up in the wheel wells drifted by and settled. The driver pushed hard on the big steel knob and …
The yellow light filtered through the shabby red curtains casting a dirty orange glow. The colour didn’t suit the faded green wallpaper. The upper edges of the wallpaper were peeling away, exposing the black mold on the plaster. She had told him to wipe the …