The stoplight on the corner had been broken for weeks. Westway Avenue was yellow and green at the same time, while Cherry Lane was forever red. Mabel knew this. Mom and Dad called it "the ... [+]
Observation: the freckles that map her body are as limitless as the stars in the night sky. Beautiful possibilities and encounters flood my mind as I wonder, “what makes her soul dance?” I romanticize a possible reality where her and I melt into each other’s existence. But alas, it is all in my head. And the pit of unfamiliarity is a loud reminder that her and I are in different worlds.