Now I Know Better.
(No idea why I decided to continue this story after five years, with how little I write, but this is what I imagine would take place after "He Was My Friend." I might continue it.) A sharp pain and the rattle of a chain startled Laila...
He Was My Friend
The weekend had come at last, and with its arrival the foreboding clouds that had cluttered the sky since Tuesday were finally cleared, a calm but persistent wind having chased them away. The air coolly embraced the gentle white light of the afternoon...
It's a Short Life
Yellowed walls. An old beige telephone with a circular number dial. Frayed floral accents on the couches and windows. The reek of old cigarette smoke, the faint smell of ammonia and death. Kennedy hated visits to Grandma's house and, though he felt...
Mending
The strange thing about surviving any cataclysmic experience in your life, even one so strange and heinous as the one Laila had gone through, is that life, with all of its routine and necessity and completely mundane happenstance, goes on. No matter...