The birthday hat on the kitchen island taunted her. It was a metallic thing, stubby little crepe paper streamers sprouting out of the top. BIRTHDAY GIRL wrapped around the side in pink lettering. Clara knew her mother meant well when she included it 

Birthday Girl

We Talk About Taxes Now

sometimes i dream of the smell of smoke mixing with saltwater. the house by the sea engulfed in fire brighter than the sunset.

actual thoughts i've had while emptying the lint trap (or: anxiety dream #293)

As Avery blinked awake in the passenger seat, she could tell by just the road signs they were in New Hampshire. She could already see the bridge in the distance. She swallowed.

Petersfield

Emma had never thought of Richmond as beautiful. It looked like it tonight, though, with all the Christmas lights glowing in the darkness.

Olivia Dimond

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