Coffee Clerk
A short story, of Sandra and Elaine.
I've been an artist all my life. My mother had once found me drawing in the carpet when I was four, the light of the sun casting shades into the shag. Pushing one way and pulling another. A flower. A bird. A heart. I was just a child, and we were just a family in southern Milwaukee in the numbered streets that my moth...
We all get jealous sometimes. Some simply shrug it off while others are consumed by it. This is the story of two brains in the same body. Delilah is the pent up rage that Madeline refuses to let surface. One day, even the best of us snap. Madeline does. What will jealousy push her to do? (Caution; trigger warning, sel...