Rise of the Tellers 17: The Younger

Ten months earlier we were watching Rayph play on the floor in our living room and Bekah looked at me with sadness on her face and motioned to him. “He looks lonely,” she said. I looked at him and in that moment she was right. He did look lonely. I had known he would. When… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 17: The Younger

Rise of the Tellers 16: Eldest

Christmas 2005 and me and Bekah have opened all of our presents before going to her parents’ house and we look around the house. We look at the tree. We look at each other and we can feel it. There is a gaping hole here. Something is missing from our lives. Someone. Not long after,… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 16: Eldest

The Progenitor 10: The Motorcycle and the Soulmate

I don’t ride. Always wanted to. Got started too late. When I was working with D in Richland, the plan was for us to get bikes. He was all about the Crotch Rocket. Wanted the speed and the sleek. I was all about the Hog. He called me a fossil, said the girls would like… Continue reading The Progenitor 10: The Motorcycle and the Soulmate

Lost Confessions: Living Room 3

Alright, I am almost positive the guy’s name is Patron. I talked to my landlord again today, this time with Marigold herself. She said there were a lot of mixed signs. One guy (Tony) had dark hair ’til the day he died. One guy (her father, Patron) would be wearing a suit and might be… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 3