Stripes

(Second draft! I edited a few things.) Grown sisters walking at midday, out on these familiar streets, we fall into younger rhythms: talk of things long understood, or the comfortable ...

Seems like we miss it every time-- the music too quiet, the outside noise too great. We hear the bells, leap up shrieking to get the door and then it's ...

Seems like we miss it every time-- the music too quiet, the outside noise too great. We hear the bells, leap up shrieking to get the door and then it's ...

As they told me,black and sudden, a spider appeared on the wall.I leapt up,trembling.