Mary’s Bad Day

Day swelled gently into Mary’s consciousness. The violence she associated with morning was a non sequitur, as her alarm clock was the real crook. Time itself seemed fluid and made of light in the morning. The darker it was when she woke, the less time it would take to get ready (but the more energyContinue reading “Mary’s Bad Day”

“I Am a Killer”

After binge watching a show on murderers with the boyfriend (and the dog), I find myself a little more paranoid walking around at night alone. I can’t help but think that by investing my time taking in morbid material and thinking morbid thoughts, I will somehow attract that energy to me. Almost every case theContinue reading ““I Am a Killer””