He is back by Yvonne Renee Walker
There she goes again, every day at the same time of day, like clockwork. As a matter of fact I set my watch to her movements because she is that predictable. Same blue jeans, white tank top and oversized checker button down shirt with paint stains. She skipsdownstairsthen a pause and a smile, then walks across the kitchen, wipes down countertop, looks out window and asks:
“Kali, did you finish your homework?” cocking one eyebrow up as she folds her arms and leans against the sink.
“Yes, I did, like I always do,” huffing into my now soggy fruit loops. Yep, just like clockwork. Then she will turn around glancing out the window again while brushing her shoulder length brown hair behind her ear and sighing to herself. Life is so… Wait… Is that a smile? No, it can’t be! He’s back! The corners of her mouth are making those little crinkles and yup, there are those pearly whites. He’s back! Dad is back!
Ooomm by DAP Tales
I heard myself say it before the darkness came. Ooomm. Is that my name? I want to reach out and touch… what is it that I want to touch – the dark? The darkness touches me. It is all around me and then, like a tiny hole in the middle of the darkness I can see the light. I watch this hole grow and grow. It is a shapeless mass, eating the dark that surrounds it. I should try to think … I should care about my location, but I don’t, because the mass of light grows and I am transfixed.