I am the other woman's daughter. Though I came first, I did not come when the heart was decided. And didn't leave, when it changed its mind. I am the other woman's daughter. Daughter of the ex. Spare of a High School romance. Extra of the second broken marriage, and annoyance of the third. Daughter … Continue reading Daughter of the Other Woman
Raising a Hero–chapter 56
I returned home later than I thought I would. It had been dark for a while and the streets had been quiet. A quiet drizzle of rain turned every surface to mirrors reflecting the gas streetlights in the noble quarter, the simple candle lit streetlights of the rich quarter, and finally the darkness of the … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 56
Frog-Eyed Salad
My husband and I live in that ambivalent time of life when you're old enough to do what every other adult does, but young enough to be too poor, and generally forgotten about to do most of it. We live in a college town, which makes it even worse, because not only do all the … Continue reading Frog-Eyed Salad
Raising a Hero–chapter 55
I wondered why I didn’t feel more intruded upon. He had essentially gotten the scoop on me without asking my permission, but it wasn’t like it was against the law to ask around about a girl. Though, it could be a lot more than just that depending on his next words. He must have known … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 55
When You’re Ashamed to be a Writer (or any other kind of artist)
We all reach this point, I believe. No matter what point in your life you are, there's a sort of private, pathetic shame to being an artist. We don't invent the next medical miracle. We don't easily provide a huge house and car for our family, most of the time. And, most of us, rarely … Continue reading When You’re Ashamed to be a Writer (or any other kind of artist)
Raising a Hero–chapter 54
That got me a weird look, and I instantly regretted opening my mouth. “I mean, before I healed it.” I put a hand to my face, which was already heating up. “Scratch that, let’s pretend I didn’t say that. That sounded horrible. I’m glad you’re healed, and you are too.” “…It’s…it’s alright.” An awkward silence … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 54
Raising a Hero–chapter 53
There was a chandelier dripping with crystals. And walls with those plaster-formed square frame thingies that served as placeholders for paintings. And red carpet all up the stairs made of dark polished wood. And those weird little side-tables whose sole purpose is to hold rich-ass vases all full of fresh flowers—frick, look at all those … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 53
Bite Deep
Bite deep to my bones and take breath to tell what taste I possess. Lick wide to gather all the touch so I can be velveteen. Then clutch me hard and desperate, with sight thrown back to fully smell my afterimage: A flash of red and solo.
Raising a Hero–chapter 52
“Why do you say us?” said Gus petulant glare to the letter. “It’s obviously just you he’s talking about. He doesn’t mention me once.” “And if you’d stayed quiet and acted like the wart you pretend to be whenever I leave the house, none of us would have been the wiser.” He opened his mouth … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 52
A Strip Away
Tell me how to strip away my skull to get to the broken bits within. The twisted wires that connect me to the overwhelming want for darkness, for nonexistence, for my flesh to peel off, because I cannot survive with just bone. Tell me there's a strip of hope I'm not seeing, one strong enough … Continue reading A Strip Away
Author T.S. Lowe 