“Who decides those things? And why don’t I know about them? Is there some sort of meeting, or maybe an assembly, like the ones we used to have in elementary school, where all the little finite details of all the… — Krysta MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Who decides those things? And why don’t I know about them? Is there some sort of meeting, or maybe an assembly, like the ones… — Krysta MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The memories are lodged in my throat, and a part of me wonders if you can choke on something that isn’t physically there. Can… — Krysta MacDonald Copy Share Image
“What is it about suitcases, lying there empty? Before a trip, they are full of uneasy anticipation. After, they are almost regretful, longing to… — Krysta MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I could see him weighing each word on his tongue before allowing it life.” — Krysta MacDonald Copy Share Image
“He is laughing, only pretending to resist, and this moment, this moment right here, is one of those ones that I will know will… — Krysta MacDonald Copy Share Image
