The air feels sticky inside the three bed-roomed house. Some may find the humidity miserable, but I welcome the dampness beginning to form on my skin. It’s during these hot summer days I feel the most alive. No longer trapped. Suffocated inside.Read More
The telephone rang. My eyes opened wide. I lay in bed peering through the small crack in my bedroom door. I stared at the rotary phone mounted to the wall in the living room. By the third ring, I looked up to heaven, crossed my fingers, and prayed, "Please God don't call me. Please don't call me."