The Broken Box of Infinite Universes

Photo by Michael Dziedzic on Unsplash

Hand in hand Cal and I climbed into the box like it was a pool of undetermined temperature, each with an ideal landing spot in our heads. I can’t say for sure what Cal was thinking just that it wasn’t what the farm town near the West Coast. It wasn’t of cottages or children or quiet nights.

At first, nothing was clear. Murky shapes and unfocused emotion. We walked around in the grey place without…

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J Dawson

J Dawson

Writes literary fiction with a speculative bent. A parent of teens. Accidental house flipper. Friend of cats and dogs. Kindness matters. ND Bi (she/they)