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I twitch my toes in the hot scalding water at the local nail salon.
Staring off into space is the only good thing about right now.
My mind is blank and I don’t need to think.
All I do is see.
I see the little girl gazing at my red hair.
I see an old woman walk in to the store and ask for a manicure.
I see a woman sitting across from me reading People.
I see the little Asian lady lean over my toes and paint French tips.
I see the same Asian lady lean over my nails and plaster on fake nails.
I see her paint them red.
The same color of my broken heart.
YOU ARE READING
Living on Blue Time
Short StoryFrom the time we are born there is always a clock. Wherever we go there is always a way to keep track of time. When we are born, the bright blue digital timer embedded in our right wrists is beautifully blank until we are ten years old. From that da...
