Flowers, Falling, and Other Near Death Experiences

Glass crunches beneath Meg’s new white sneakers. She jumps. The sound is sharper and louder in the abandoned halls. Meg looks down. She moves her shoe; angry cracks spider-web across the surface of a broken mirror. In the shards, her eyebrows knit together. When she shines her flashlight down, the light fractures and illuminates the … Continue reading Flowers, Falling, and Other Near Death Experiences