A girl?" Her mother looked at her, curiously, as if the word were unknown to her; ancient and puzzling as an artifact behind a glass encasement.
Abby SlovinBy midday, temperatures had not reached their typical highs for late spring, and passersby seemed to struggle with the desire to dress for summer despite the chill in the air.
Abby SlovinAt some point, time isn’t something on the horizon anymore, something you think about happening one day, but something that’s already happened, only there to replay in your mind.
Abby SlovinI used to build things, maintain them and what-not. Sometimes, we’d take things apart completely just to get a good look at the thing on the inside. Then, put it all back together...Now, I’m lucky if I can build a complete sentence.
Abby SlovinShe looked up at me with a look that told me everything, gave me a glimpse of everything I would be missing in one instant.
Abby SlovinShe stood before him on the porch now, as living, breathing proof that fortune had not tipped itself in his direction all those years ago.
Abby SlovinParker soon became familiar with the one certainty of sorrow, that ultimately loneliness trumps logic.
Abby SlovinIts roots emerged forcefully from the earth like the Great Wall and extended at least ten feet toward the house, demanding to be seen from beneath the soil.
Abby SlovinParker and her mother exchanged small talk like a pair of strangers in an elevator. What a nice day it was and how loud the airplanes flew overhead and this statement and that observation to fill the time.
Abby SlovinThis was what Parker had learned early on about disappointment; its sting lasts only in the beginning, only until the body goes numb from its repetition.
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