An elegant black moth floats around the room, trailing a string of small, brightly coloured balloons.
Thick chunks of skin peel away from my scalp and cling to my hair like massive pieces of dandruff.
We auditioned the actor at night, down by the water’s edge. I had to step carefully to avoid pools of green water in the sand.
Looking for people who know ‘how to tie.’
'You never express any desire,' he said. 'You always deflect.'
Learning how to fix a pregnancy match.
He’s talking about big life decisions, but all I can concentrate on is his cigarette and how much I want a drag.
It’s the first hot day of the season, and the insects have arrived. Spiders with pale green abdomens that I crush, messily, like grapes. Other insects scuttle along the webs already strung across the room; in particular, a big thick centipede—black, leggy, and maddeningly quick—that burrows deep into my drawer of kitchen towels.
A dog was trapped in the back room under the stairs for God knows how long. I’d heard growling every time I went near the stairs, but ignored it.
A treasure hunt for small trinkets that the different sets of parents hold—have been holding, for many years. Now it is time to reshuffle. They might be taking a stand and coming home.