all i see is you

dreaming outside

i'm sleeping in

more from the same

Beatrice is wearing a silk print dress, tie-dyed in purples and yellow. Her chainlink belt is cinched, just so. There are necklaces of varying metals around her neck. Fringe bang. florescent pink nails. Platform heels, open toe. The canvas bag holds a pair of leather ballet flats just in case. 

For emergency.

She leans into her tote, resisting with a tight hand around the strap. Her eyes  are in shade, circular in shape. She shifts; arch cramps.

A cacophony of cars and birds. 

 

A:   momma is trying to kill me, i think.

B:  don't be saying those kinds of things, terrence...it's counter-productive.

A: yes,  i'm not making it up.  she came into my room in the middle of the night - with a sharp knife.

B: were you hoarding the cheese?

A: no

B: then what was she doing with the knife?

A: she was just holding it, in the doorway - raised to her chest, point down ... 

B: how did you know?

A: I was staring right at her 

B: did you say anything?

cut to: momma sliding out of the doorway, staring at terrence with his covers pulled up to his nose.