Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
Aimee BenderIt seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
Aimee BenderWe hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
Aimee BenderI admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
Aimee BenderMom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
Aimee BenderI could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
Aimee BenderI watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
Aimee BenderI was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q...
Aimee BenderI felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
Aimee BenderI loved my brother, but relying on him was like closing a hand around air.
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