The Photograph

It hung there like a branch on a tree. The color? It was more of a brown, Like shoe leather and cream with orbs of splattered sunlight. The timeworn camera had captured a split second of special. We would call it a black and white photo today, but to suggest it had a quality of…

Pink Cotton Candy

“There’s always a time to shine,” she said, curling her bottom lip.“You need to let the light shoot out of your hair like cracked eggshells covered in glistening white yolks.” Sparkles. I pictured her hair standing up all over her head, illuminated and glistened like the moon draped over an armchair or a starfish on…