I almost enjoy cutting in the edges with a brush. But when it comes to the rolling part, the work gets boring. Up and down, up and down. Flecks of orange paint fly off the roller and speckle my face, arms and hair. Yawning while rolling paint is a bad idea too. The paint tastes terrible. After a ...
“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Eli nods. Indi shuffles up close and puts her arm around me. “When?” I croak. “Day before yesterday.” Eli clears his throat. “He had cancer. He just couldn’t hold out any longer.” I want to hit something. Hit it really, really hard. My hand forms a fist and I pull away from...
“I think Baba gets them at the Thrift Store,” Stella says. “You mean, they’re used?” I ask. “Probably.” She shrugs. “So how did the meditation go?” “Oh, that,” I say. “I forgot to do it. Sorry. Should we do it now?” She nods. “I brought some incense we can light. I find it helps.” “How long does ...
“My eyes hurt,” Shahid moans. He rubs them and adds, “If I’d known we’d have to wait around in the sun, I wouldn’t have let you keep me up half the night staring at a computer.” We’re in a small parking lot, waiting for the Spies 4 Real store to open. The building, with its gray metal door and gr...