Sun, 7 January 2007
The van comes for me at the usual time. I imagine myself as the driver must see me, a doll with matching parts, standing in front of buildings that are coated with red sand. I pull my coat around me but the cold wind climbs under and up my bare legs. I am wearing the dress that my mother saved for, the one I do not eat in, the one I keep laid out at the foot of my couch, the one that my grandmother presses formaldehyde in to keep it fresh. Bride
Written and Read by J.R. Blackwell
The Song for this story is "Something About Eve" by Falling You off the album: "Touch"
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