The map was not written in a hand I recognized, nor was the paper of a familiar weight or quality. But my fingers had known which corners to untuck, which folds to undo, unraveling the tightly bound packet into a roughly flat surface now on my lap. The hallway was quiet of nurses and patients,Continue reading “Map || Memories”
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Snapshot of a desk space by the window
A short story by JYB A textbook on the lower left hand corner. Fairly worn, the edges of the top right corner curled upwards from use. Several bookmarks are tucked into different sections with alphanumeric codes handwritten along the top edge so they peek out just so. On the inside cover is a note tapedContinue reading “Snapshot of a desk space by the window”
