Karen grabbed a navy blue blouse from off the hanger. This will do, this and those white jeans I was wearing earlier she said to herself. Done. Next step, hair. While she would’ve loved to curl it, she didn’t have nearly enough time. So, she quickly blow dried, combed it and left it down. Shoes. … More Over Her Shoulder ( Pt. 4 Girls just wanna have fun excerpt)
A blaring ambulance siren snapped Karen back to reality as she opened her eyes and wiped a lone tear from her cheek. Looking up again at the sky she started to feel the dreaded spins coming on. God dammit. Laying down always made it worse so in efforts to combat this nearly impossible enemy she … More Over Her Shoulder ( pt 3. Back to reality excerpt)
Why, and how had this kind and fun loving boy she knew from college turned into such a degenerate asshole? Closing her eyes she thought back to the first time they had met: at a Northwestern frat party in some dimly lit, rat-packed basement. He was a pledging freshman at the time,and Karen 3 years … More Over her shoulder ( pt.2 Your Love Excerpt )
She couldn’t move. For the first time in 17 years Karen Walters was a free women yet she couldn’t move. The settlement papers had been signed and the divorce was now finally complete. Despite the cold December weather, she lay motionless outside; reclined in an aqua colored beach chair overlooking the foggy city skyline. Chicago, … More Over Her Shoulder (Intro excerpt)
“I haven’t felt this alive in a decade” Karen thought to herself. The spontaneous evening had provided a rare and powerful feeling that just for these few hours, everything was okay. In fact, okay was a vast understatement. Everything was beautiful. All of the burdensome thoughts she frequently let consume her were merely a faint … More Over Her Shoulder ( Last song excerpt)
Looking out it’s glass calm, waning moon, no waves. 4 am at the moment and we’re talking about how we’re all stuck in our old ways. But we keep laughing, like everything’s great. He said he keeps on laughing to stay focused on the next day. I completely understand, wish I had the same strength. … More 4 a.m.
Cruise Control 11:36 a.m. Steven’s glossy eyes were noticeable as he walked into the bright and vacant 7/11. The cashier who greeted him couldn’t tell if he had been smoking or crying. He hadn’t been smoking. “Just the charger? These cost an arm and a leg nowadays.” the cashier said. “Mhmm” Steven replied dryly. … More Cruise Control