Writes
I find people fascinating. I just don’t like them. Those were the first words she said to me. We were sitting next to each other on a park bench. She had a cigarette poised between her index and middle finger. I had a pen pressed between my thumb, index, and middle finger. Ahead of us,... Continue Reading →
Olivia Ramírez lived off a dirt road in the Maine woods. But she had not always lived in a rural area. Born in North Central Bronx Hospital, she spent her youth in a two-bedroom, run down brownstone in Norwood where she enjoyed a secluded, studious life with her mother and older sister. Two days after her... Continue Reading →
“Do you know what time it is?” “It’s 7:04.” “Thank you. My phones battery just died. So I can’t tell the time.” Sofia watched as the man to her left slid his phone in his pocket and reached into his leather backpack. He pulled out a thick, white book. Smiling, Sofia pulled out her own copy... Continue Reading →