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Authors: A. Meredith Walters, A. M. Irvin
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while she slept and watched her breathe.
She smiled slightly in her dreams and I wondered what made her happy behind closed lids.
Carefully, so as to not wake her, I held a lock of her aging blonde hair between my fingers. Cold. Not warm. Brittle. Not soft. Dead follicles.
Cold. Brittle. Dead.
I smiled.
It was just how I wished her to be.
I pulled a pair of scissors from my pocket and snipped the strand.
Then I left the room with my prize.
I placed the hair underneath my pillow and fell into my own dreams of a love I’d never have and a life I’d never escape.
“This place is sort of strange,” Maren said, making herself comfortable on the floor. She pulled out a notebook and laid it on her lap.
I settled myself beside her, opening a bag of bar-b-que potato chips that Bradley had left behind. For me.
We were at the barn. My special place. Full of memories and lingering smoke. It felt good to be here with her.
“It smells like something died in here,” Maren chuckled, tapping her pencil on the paper.
I snickered and then shivered at her words.
Like something died.
“It’s quiet though. No one for miles,” I pointed out, nudging her leg with the tip of my shoe.
Maren peered at me from the corner of her eye. “Why does that make me a little nervous?” Her perfect, pretty lips quirked up in a slight smile.
I loved it when she teased. When she joked. When we played in this light, easy way with one another.
Quickly, I climbed on top of my oblivious love, straddling her. Maren stilled underneath me. I ran my hands through her hair. Her long, brown hair. “Are you scared I’m going to do something? Chop you up into little pieces, maybe? Hide you under the floorboards?” I laughed.
Maren’s smile faded a little, though I could see that she struggled to hold onto it. I pressed myself against her. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. I wasn’t usually so forward. Not with Maren.
Maybe it was being here with her. Maybe it was the isolation and quiet.
Maybe it was the memory of smoke and fire.
I felt it deep inside and wished that she’d touch me. I wanted it more than the air that I breathed.
“Is that what you’re planning to do, Nora? Chop me up into little pieces?” Maren whispered, pitching her voice low.
I continued to run my hands through her hair and leaned close.
Kiss me . . .
We were so close. I could smell the mint on her breath from her gum. I could see the frantic rise and fall of her chest. I could feel the warmth between her legs against the most secret part of me.
“You’re crushing me, Nora,” she laughed and it sounded strained. She gave me a shove, moving me.
My heart collapsed in disappointment.
I got up and sat back down beside her, trying to calm my racing heart. We were silent for a long time, and I berated myself for my aggressiveness.
“So what’s so important about this place anyway? Why is it so special to you?” Maren asked, sounding like she was having trouble speaking. Her voice was rough and raw. “It looks like it should be condemned. Are you sure it’s safe to be here?”
Did I dare share my story? Of course I would. It was Maren. I would give her anything. Especially if she asked for it.
I thought of Bradley. He’d been so strange lately. I’d appreciated the effort he was making to spend time with Maren and me, but it bothered me as well.
Mostly because Maren’s attention was divided between us.
Bradley’s attention wasn’t entirely focused on me any longer.
That made me sound incredibly selfish, but it was hard for me to share things when I had never been given much to begin with.
“Nora?” Maren prompted when I didn’t answer her right away.
“My dad had a workshop here. He made saddles. Sometimes I’d come with him and watch him make them.”
Maren looked around. “Here in this room?” she asked.
I nodded and pointed to the far side. “I’d sit in that corner for hours. He didn’t talk to me much,
She smiled slightly in her dreams and I wondered what made her happy behind closed lids.
Carefully, so as to not wake her, I held a lock of her aging blonde hair between my fingers. Cold. Not warm. Brittle. Not soft. Dead follicles.
Cold. Brittle. Dead.
I smiled.
It was just how I wished her to be.
I pulled a pair of scissors from my pocket and snipped the strand.
Then I left the room with my prize.
I placed the hair underneath my pillow and fell into my own dreams of a love I’d never have and a life I’d never escape.
“This place is sort of strange,” Maren said, making herself comfortable on the floor. She pulled out a notebook and laid it on her lap.
I settled myself beside her, opening a bag of bar-b-que potato chips that Bradley had left behind. For me.
We were at the barn. My special place. Full of memories and lingering smoke. It felt good to be here with her.
“It smells like something died in here,” Maren chuckled, tapping her pencil on the paper.
I snickered and then shivered at her words.
Like something died.
“It’s quiet though. No one for miles,” I pointed out, nudging her leg with the tip of my shoe.
Maren peered at me from the corner of her eye. “Why does that make me a little nervous?” Her perfect, pretty lips quirked up in a slight smile.
I loved it when she teased. When she joked. When we played in this light, easy way with one another.
Quickly, I climbed on top of my oblivious love, straddling her. Maren stilled underneath me. I ran my hands through her hair. Her long, brown hair. “Are you scared I’m going to do something? Chop you up into little pieces, maybe? Hide you under the floorboards?” I laughed.
Maren’s smile faded a little, though I could see that she struggled to hold onto it. I pressed myself against her. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. I wasn’t usually so forward. Not with Maren.
Maybe it was being here with her. Maybe it was the isolation and quiet.
Maybe it was the memory of smoke and fire.
I felt it deep inside and wished that she’d touch me. I wanted it more than the air that I breathed.
“Is that what you’re planning to do, Nora? Chop me up into little pieces?” Maren whispered, pitching her voice low.
I continued to run my hands through her hair and leaned close.
Kiss me . . .
We were so close. I could smell the mint on her breath from her gum. I could see the frantic rise and fall of her chest. I could feel the warmth between her legs against the most secret part of me.
“You’re crushing me, Nora,” she laughed and it sounded strained. She gave me a shove, moving me.
My heart collapsed in disappointment.
I got up and sat back down beside her, trying to calm my racing heart. We were silent for a long time, and I berated myself for my aggressiveness.
“So what’s so important about this place anyway? Why is it so special to you?” Maren asked, sounding like she was having trouble speaking. Her voice was rough and raw. “It looks like it should be condemned. Are you sure it’s safe to be here?”
Did I dare share my story? Of course I would. It was Maren. I would give her anything. Especially if she asked for it.
I thought of Bradley. He’d been so strange lately. I’d appreciated the effort he was making to spend time with Maren and me, but it bothered me as well.
Mostly because Maren’s attention was divided between us.
Bradley’s attention wasn’t entirely focused on me any longer.
That made me sound incredibly selfish, but it was hard for me to share things when I had never been given much to begin with.
“Nora?” Maren prompted when I didn’t answer her right away.
“My dad had a workshop here. He made saddles. Sometimes I’d come with him and watch him make them.”
Maren looked around. “Here in this room?” she asked.
I nodded and pointed to the far side. “I’d sit in that corner for hours. He didn’t talk to me much,
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