The fabric between Isabel’s fingers is smooth, slightly rough from being stored in a box over the years. She had almost forgotten that night all together, this one dress holding her in the past. She remebered the dancing, the smell of cigarettes, and cheap cologne. She could almost remember the feeling of his hands on hers. They were dancing for hours, soaking up the presence of eachother. She had...

I knew we shouldn’t have come here but no one listened to me. The blood coating my and splattered on my new pair of white sneakers that I worry will never come out confirm my fear. There is a noise in the distance warning that someone or something is coming and we need to move. Panicking we gather our belongs, making our way back under the hole in the fence making the blood mix with dirt. I don’t ...