She stood barefoot on the faded linoleum and peered out the kitchen window. The factory across the street still lit against the brightening sky. The four-year-old knew that her parents would sleep a little longer before her father would come in, to brew the morning coffee. Michael's uncle had done a trick at her party … Continue reading Sugar


Lessons: Sugar part 4

The man who didn't exist sat in a chair with a bag of pistachio nuts he was cracking open. "You'll be taking your lessons this way from now on. The things I teach you will only be remembered consciously in bits and snatches from your dreams." "So I won't be hurt anymore?" Michael asked. "No." The … Continue reading Lessons: Sugar part 4