ELEVATED by ELANA JOHNSON

    I HITCHED UP MY SKIRT, Ran toward Jesse as the elevator doors slithered open. “Wait!” I made it inside before the doors closed, Adjusted my dress so I was covered. “Spill it, Jess.” Jesse studied his ruined knuckles, Said nothing. “What’s the deal? I can make you bleed some more.” He slid a…

KETCHUP CLOUDS – ANNABEL PITCHER

  1 Fiction Road Bath September 17th Dear Mr. Harris, For once my legs aren’t digging into the tiles because I picked up my pillow before I tiptoed out of the house. I put it on top of the box and it’s quite comfy even though it’s a bit damp. I must have been seating…