281

She would have done better with a typewriter, typing with so much purpose.

280

Every green looked greener; every red, redder.

279

When honesty interfered with planning.

278

She dreams of city lights every night. How do you think she feels being stuck in the suburbs?

277

When the page came out of the printer and she held it, she felt electricity spark through her fingers.

276

As a young adult, she wondered if maybe familial communities had an expiration date.

275

When the world ends, I want you on my team.