Old friends have a way of reminding you of what you used to be. In an instant, I remembered everything I once was and I realized how much I’d changed.
Abby SlovinFor the life of me, I don’t understand these bumper stickers. I would think, the more you believe in something, the less you’d want to stick it on your car. Just ridiculous the way people flaunt beliefs like they’re pocketbooks.
Abby SlovinParker let the letter drop to the floor, an act she often criticized in movies for its melodrama.
Abby SlovinParker stared at the bare branches along Saint Marks Place as they swayed with the wind, reaching for one another, and longed for the warmth of a million little leaves and their multicolored smiles.
Abby SlovinFor a brief moment, the rusted steel beams above her sparkled like stars.
Abby SlovinShe looked over at her grandmother, smiling in her sleep from what she hoped was a dream about George Bailey and the angel that would eventually save him.
Abby SlovinThe streets were awash with blues and grays – suspended in the air, bouncing off buildings, reflecting off car windows – as Brooklyn neared nighttime.
Abby SlovinHer letter bled from word to word, in three sour sentences.
Abby SlovinParker sat on the opposite end of the couch, distracted by thoughts of the coming year and all the secrets it kept from her.
Abby SlovinThe apartment was merely a collection of looted, hollowed out shades of paint.
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