Friendship
I spent the first half of my high school’s homecoming football game in the bleacher seats stoned and sucking on Starbursts, trying to convince my salivary glands to produce any kind of moisture. The game didn’t make any sense. Sitting in the bleachers, bra strap hanging down my arm, I shivered, although it wasn’t cold...
Hive
Above the din of chatter and ringing telephones, I try to lift my own false enthusiasm. Ten minutes from the electronic time-punch when my shift ends and another’s begins in this same space. My light blinks red; I clear my throat and pick up the phone. “Gulliver customer service, this is Trish,” I crisp, looking...
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