The Phoenix Through the salt-grimed asylum windows, I watch the Phoenix enter the harbor to cheering crowds, back from miraculous wartime exploits. I launched that ship. The crowd cheered me then, right up until they stole my crown and transformed it into a ballot box. And imprisoned me here. The door opens. “Supper time, your…
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The Window
The Window The cabin was small, but the window faced the beach. He spent hours standing there, just looking out. The wind probably felt cool and smelled briny. Maybe I’ll take a walk. For the 5725th day in a row, he decided not to. Maybe tomorrow. The light flickered. The projection screen died. In poured…
Dinner at Maison Centrale
Dinner at Maison Centrale “Do you think it’s safe?” Chantelle asked. She rapped the clear table. Tabitha sipped her wine. “Undoubtedly.” She smiled at the prisoners gazing up through the table from the floor below. “I feel bad for them.” “This is your civic duty, darling. Let them continuously see and smell wonderful food just…
The Green-Walled Treehouse 