Forty Five

Their small green forms were strewn everywhere, scattered amid glinting shards. They covered the linoleum and extended out onto the carpet. Sharp blades of glass stuck out from the wreckage like landmines of podiatric terror. Green juice splattered the walls and ran in rivers down the cabinets. Crap. There goes the whole pickle jar. I…

Forty Four

The Chief’s house lay off of the main road buried in dense, tropical foliage. An enormous bonfire burned next to a massive, makeshift buffet. Four tables strained under the collective weight of dozens of disposable, aluminum pans—each stuffed to the brim with a bevy of delectable foods. My mouth watered at the sight of baked…

Forty Three

The man gazed up at me from behind the wild strands of his curly black hair. He was seated cross-legged along the dirt path, a simple mat of handmade jewelry spread before him. His chest was an intricate pattern of tattoo and his feet were dusty and bare. “It may look delicate but it’s incredibly…

Forty Two

The narrow path began to incline slowly, cutting between trees that curled up from the ground like snakes. Stately Banyans punctuated the chaos, their thick, ancient trunks stretching toward the sky before splitting into an explosion of branches which turned right around and grew back down into the ground again in an unending loop of…

Forty One

Bishop Smith seemed shocked when I returned to school no longer on probation. He couldn’t seem to grasp that I was neither far too ruined for redemption nor, I suspected, that I’d managed to slide from his control. Although I was no longer required to report to him, I still felt an inexplicable need to…