Category: Eight Days of Blogging: Creative Pieces
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Grey Flannel
He had given me his flannel the night before he left. I had stood outside his car, the red interior looking like spilled blood beneath the star light. I knew this day had to come.
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Yellow
His truck hummed outside, I stared out my window and tried to sneak out as quietly as I could. I pictured my dad running down the stairs, out the door screaming, “Where the fuck are you going?”
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Flight
I tilted the glass bottle from side to side. The salmon colored liquid favoring corners. I twisted off the cap and sprayed. A mist of mandarin and Blackcurrant liqueur nestled into the gray interior. He opened the passenger door and slid inside. He tossed his small black suitcase behind us. I was never good at goodbyes.
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