As you know, I’m quite the expert at selling second-hand goods. Tonight’s sale featured our nearly perfect condition chair-and-a-half, marked down from $1,000 to $340. The interested buyer’s profile image showcased her in a black lace bra and thong underwear, accessorized with fuzzy gray boots that reached mid-calf. Tattoos crept up both her arms, extendingContinue reading “A Dynamic Duo Strikes”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
All in a Day’s Work (Book Part 9)
Previous I calm myself by taking one breath and then another. If I don’t find Jim’s spot, I console myself; it’s not that big of a deal. I’ll sleep in my car, which is what it is. Reassuring myself lessens the threatening thoughts, and it’s a moment more before I shift my car into gearContinue reading “All in a Day’s Work (Book Part 9)”
The Hard Truth (Book Part 8)
Previous Chapter 2 Therapist: What kind of relationship did you have with your Mom?Me: It was ok. Therapist: Did you feel close to her?Me: Not really. It’s weird, but I don’t respect her. My memories are of her burnt out from cooking, cleaning, working, and dealing with my brother. Therapist: Dealing with your brother?Me: Yeah, they hadContinue reading “The Hard Truth (Book Part 8)”
Crumb Dungeon
The area of my shoulder blade, toward my back, where a wing would protrude, feels like it’s twisted in a knot. Tensely moving my arm repeatedly for two days straight is the culprit. Dang painting! With rosy cheeks fresh out of a hot bath, I’m in a curmudgeon of a mood. There I’ve said it,Continue reading “Crumb Dungeon”
The Perfect Spot (Book Part 7)
Previous My attention wanes as Jim’s voice fades into the background, but suddenly, he’s in motion. With a swift, almost unexpected grab, he snatches the fishing pole, its tip swaying in the air, and hands it over to me. “Here, go for it,” he says, his voice filled with frantic energy. I accept it, aContinue reading “The Perfect Spot (Book Part 7)”
Meeting Jim (Book Part 6)
Previous For the thousandth time, my thoughts demand I turn back to the safety of my car, but to turn back now would make my car a prison of social awkwardness. With each step, fuzzy details become more precise: the windblownness of his thick salt and pepper hair, the neatly tucked white T-shirt into blueContinue reading “Meeting Jim (Book Part 6)”
Who’s That Lady? (Book Part 5)
Previous After stepping out of her green Subaru, I examine the wrinkle over the bridge of her nose, the lines around her squinting eyes, and the shape her shoulder made leading to her bicep and wrist. I study the pigment along her cheekbone and next to the veins of her hands. Until that moment, she’sContinue reading “Who’s That Lady? (Book Part 5)”
The Sacred Path (Book Part 4)
Previous In a semi-regular morning phone wall on his commute to work, I update my brother on the Red Robin conversation, “He wants to hear your perspective.” There’s the background sounds of his lowered window and traffic over Bluetooth, and his “Yeah, well, you can shit in one hand and wish in the other -.”Continue reading “The Sacred Path (Book Part 4)”
Leave it Open-ended (Book Part 3)
Previous I shift the car into gear and head towards the lake. “Soften your gaze. Be present. What a precious gift. Thank yourself for this time.” The yoga instructor’s voice was a gnat’s buzz that I initially wanted to swat away from my ear. And yet, at the end of the 30-day impulsively bought Groupon,Continue reading “Leave it Open-ended (Book Part 3)”
SeaTac or Bust
Strolling through the Atlanta airport, it’s obvious that The Masters is over. With an upside-down octopus peering at me from a Little Nemo suitcase and a colorful backpack of images of Care Bear after Care Bear, Evelyn turns, revealing a string of gold Mardi Gras beads to her knees. “I’m coming,” I tell her asContinue reading “SeaTac or Bust”
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