I Think That Summer Loved Her

Eunoia Review

As soon as she escapes the house, she is aware of how the world moves. Her legs carry her forward across the narrow stone stoop in one stride. Her chest is thrust forward, shoulders back, an arm stretched behind her with fingers curled around the lip of the screen door. She holds onto it as her body moves forward, the tips of her fingers burn as the flimsy door swings wide behind her. She feels every ounce of eighty-two pounds resting on the strength in her fingertips. There is a moment of hesitation. In it she rests in the sensation, feeling the weight of herself as it pools in her fingertips and begins to splinter up her wrist before she lets go. When she does, the resistance of the previous moment is dissolved into weightlessness as she swans, graceful into the open.

She lands a foot past the last slanted…

View original post 2,419 more words


No comments yet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: