Newly Independent by: Aidan McCaul

Oliver had been in the hospital for 15 days before his wife came to visit him. He had recently been struck by oncoming traffic and flew about 27 feet before he hit the ground and was instantly paralyzed from the waist down. She, his wife, had reason to be upset, but her straight face as she walked through ICU proved otherwise. She didn’t frown or make any gesture that would indicate unhappiness, her neutrality was in fact quite disconcerting. The pale walls, speckled by minuscule black dots surrounded her as she walked through the corridor toward Oliver. Meanwhile He was sprawled out in bed, blinking once for yes and twice for no, watching television, with the hum of the fan
overlapping the voices of all patients in the wing. The screaming, oh the screaming was horrific, and once or twice every four minutes a bleach white stretcher would pass by his room, being pushed with much haste towards emergency care. He would on look and ponder the idea of what had brought each person in, ‘maybe that one was a burn victim in a house fire on the west side.’, ‘maybe that one was struck by a car as well, possibly.’ Continue reading

Genesis-Miriam Shah (revised)

              He did not like waiting.

The sensation, interlaced with uncertainty drilled at his brain and made him shiver. He had been waiting at the airport for twelve hours already, half a day. Twelve hour segments had been ground underfoot and had slipped between the cracks below him. The pedestal on which he stood sagged underneath the added weight of both him and his emotional burdens – all self-inflicted sorrow.

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The Things We Said And Those We Didn’t–Zoe Macdonald

“I have to take this,” he said, and answered the call as he walked into the bedroom. He shut the door, muffling his conversation. She listened for awhile, but unable to catch more than a few words here and there, turned back to her book.

The sun drifted lower and cast an orange glow on the room when she realized the conversation had stopped. She started for the bedroom but noticed a shadow on the balcony. She opened the door and stepped into the sunset. He sat on the porch swing but it wasn’t swaying, his head in his hands, his cellular phone next to his leg. She sat next to him and pulled his head out from between his knees to find his eyes wet.
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