My linger looks beautiful in my pretty legs
She laughs, shaking her head, but she leans into my touch, her shoulders relaxing. “You’re biased,” she says, but her eyes are bright, and I can see the way…
Read MoreShe laughs, shaking her head, but she leans into my touch, her shoulders relaxing. “You’re biased,” she says, but her eyes are bright, and I can see the way…
Read More“Waiting for someone?” she asks, turning to me, a small smile on her lips. Her voice is soft, like the rustle of pages, and I straighten up, suddenly nervous. “Just……
Read MoreThe first time I saw Lissa, she was standing by the park’s vine-wrapped bench, her silver frame glinting in the spring sun, her optical sensors fixed on the ivy curling around the…
Read MoreThe first time I saw her, the sun was filtering through the oak trees above the vine-wrapped bench, and her black curly hair was catching the light like crushed obsidian. She was…
Read MoreSpring had unfurled in the park, and the vine-wrapped bench was now framed by daffodils and tulips—all except one spot, right beside the ivy plant we’d buried for Marisol’s grandma, where a…
Read MoreThe summer sun was already high when we walked into the gym, and the first thing we heard was Mia’s shout: “Coach Lila! Coach! Did you bring bananas?” Lila laughed, holding up…
Read MoreThe summer gym air smelled like cinnamon and ripe bananas, and Lila was kneeling on the mat, helping Mia fix her gymnastic grip. Her purple ribbon had come loose, and her black…
Read MoreThe Greek sun blazed overhead, turning the ocean into a sheet of sparkling blue, as Lila skipped toward the beach, her red shorts fluttering in the breeze. “Hurry up!” she called over…
Read MoreThe first light of dawn filtered through the curtains of our small Greek beach house, and I woke to the sound of waves and Lila’s quiet laughter. She was sitting at the…
Read MoreThe Greek air hummed with music as we walked toward the village square, where strings of fairy lights twinkled above market stalls and the smell of grilled souvlaki mixed with jasmine. Lila’s…
Read MoreThe sound of a car horn pulled me from my sketchbook—where I’d been adding details to Lila’s yellow dress in the sunset drawing—and I looked up to see Nikos’s old blue car…
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