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Some Fiction I’ve Been Working On

Cancelled Dinner Plans

I went to bed last night thinking about whether to wear the navy drop waist dress or the silk blouse so I could wear the Cole Haans you bought me. When I got to work I thought about what I would order- the pan roasted chicken and mashed potatoes. At lunch I thought about whether or not to grab a cookie because then I wold feel guilty about ordering the carrot cake for dessert- that damn delicious cream cheese icing. As I filled up my water bottle I wondered how long I should run to guarantee a ravenous hunger before dinner and create room for a second or third roll while we wait for the Peligrino. I politely declined an invitation for drinks with my friend Chelsea because, “I’m going to Houston’s tonight!” I will admit, while I was getting ready, it bothered me that you rushed me. And it did confuse me some when your brother called as I was inspecting the heels in the mirror to tell me you had asked him for a professional opinion on prenups. At first I thought, “He doesn’t trust me,” but reminded myself that I hadn’t always given you the most reason to. But as I stuffed the heels back in the closet, I saw the Cole Haans you bought me last Christmas. I didn’t ask for them, no I asked for a Crockpot, but was pleased when I unwrapped them and brushed the glitter from the ribbon off. I remember you told me you wanted me to have something nice, some black velvet loafers to be proud of and make the other girls at work envious. I slipped them on and knew I couldn’t wait till the bread basket was delivered to our table to ask you about the conversation with your brother. I didn’t think I could even make it the whole car ride. So when you pulled out of the driveway I asked what nonsense this prenup inquiry was about. I told you that it made me feel distrusted and that if you were already planning on getting a divorce, than perhaps we shouldn’t get married at all. While I didn’t enjoy it, I could stomach your yelling as long as I looked out the window. The last time you yelled at me was over a year ago, so it took me by surprise. I wasn’t thinking strategically and asked how you thought your mistrust made me feel and explained that I rather extend the engagement for however long it took you to feel confident in us, even if that was another 6 years. Then I remembered how I got over the boisterous venom in the past, keep breathing and it will be over soon. All I can remember in the fury was bits and pieces about protecting ourselves, high divorce statistics, and naivety. I could somewhat handle when you said, “If you open your mouth one more time, I’m stopping this car and you’re getting out.” But when we finally pulled into the restaurant, parked and you sat a moment and then reversed back out I had had it. You told me you were going to take me to Houston’s. You said we would have one night where we didn’t have to talk about the wedding planning. You promised this was your treat for me being so understanding about the new job and having to move half way across the country. Over and over you smilingly asked if you would need to order your own carrot cake this time. I didn’t ask for the Cole Haans. I asked for dinner at Houston’s. With you, I can never win. In sickness and in health, for better or worse, despite manipulation, for richer, for richer, for richer, through verbal abuse and power struggles and cancelled dinner plans, I take thee to be my lawfully (and securely prenup-ed) wedded husband till death do us part. Amen.

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All I can think about is exploring the English countryside in the rain. Get me through this last week (and a day) of school. 

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february always makes me want to go to the ocean.

february always makes me want to go to the ocean.

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All You Confident People.

I don’t understand how some people can be so outgoing in new situations. It’s like they aren’t afraid of what anyone thinks of them, they just put themselves out there. They seem to have nothing to hide, be ashamed or embarrassed of. I wish I had that same confidence. 

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Sticks and Stones Won’t Break My Bones, But Silence Will Always Hurt Me

I hate the way that she yells at me. She doesn’t even use words. She screams with her eyes. But it’s not the way that she looks at me, it’s the way she doesn’t. Not even a glance in my general direction.

Growing up in  Mississippi I was used to mama-don’t-tolerate-nonesense. When mom found out I ditched the football game early with Drew you better believe she was waiting up for me sitting in the dark with my dad’s worn belt tight in her grasp. Even if my voice had the slightest undertone of disrespect when she told me to take out the trash I was in for a week’s grounding. But this isn’t the worst kind of punishment. The hostility ringing in my ears, the stinging welt left behind isn’t as bad as silence.

At least when my mom yelled at me, she looked me in the eyes. Our eyes wide open, mine sometimes a little cringed, but always our pupils meeting. Those little black dots that each of us carry, those holes we expect to find someone in. Looking at me, looking in me, looking for me, acknowledging my soul. But this avoidance, this glance past my shoulder, focusing on my feet, you don’t know I’m in there. You don’t know I’m here, I’m a person, I’m inside those black holes, deep in my belly, buried between organs, there’s my breath, my life- here I am! and nothing hurts more than denying my humanity. 

Yell at me so I know I’m there. If you hit me, at least we know I’m real. There’s hope that tomorrow you’ll look at me again this time with kind eyes and vanished anger. But if you don’t look at me, if you pretend I’m not here, perhaps I’ll vanish from your imagination, blending into the walls like you want me to. 

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Have you had your daily dose of propaganda today?

I’m just confused by my country. And the people in it. Everyone is talking about Miley Cyrus’ performance last night on some TV show. Everyone is tweeting about some annoying person that cut them off this morning. I’m instagramming a picture of my lunch. And what is going on in Syria? Children becoming orphans, parents mourning the deaths of their kids, bombs going off, chemical weapons, rape, beheadings, blood, blood, blood. 

Our politicians are being hypocritical liars. But no one cares because no one is listening. We’re retweeting Kim Kardashian (side note, I just googled her to figure out how to spell her last name and the first thing that pops up is “Kim Kardashian considers eating her placenta”….AND THIS IS THE NEWS!?). We’re watching Jersey Shore. We’re reading Cosmopolitan and how to be sexy for “him.” Does any of this confuse anyone else? 

I’m disgusted. My family in Syria has asked us multiple times, “What is America doing? Where are they? Why aren’t they helping us?” And I’m too embarrassed to tell them our government has a hidden agenda, our government is guilty of worse chemical warfare than they are framing the Syrian government of (Hiroshima, Nagasaki, aiding Saddam Hussein in chemical warfare against Iran, Agent Orange, etc.). And I’m far too embarrassed to tell them what seems like the majority of youth (this includes me) in the US is doing- posting useless, ridiculous shit on social media. 

God, I hope my prayers are loud enough. 

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My current TV obsession. 

My current TV obsession. 

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