Rooted
She Always Sat Alone
She Always Sat Alone
“‘Touch me,’ he said.”
Some days I think of her. Others days I don’t…
My name came to me from the darkness of the room, whispered. I cracked open my eyes, wanting to roll over and ignore the invading voice that jerked me from blissful sleep. “Jen,” my brother said. His face was only a dark outline and his teeth barely visible. “Don’t pretend to be asleep.” I laid […]