SCARLET: A Literary Blog

I don’t think I’ve ever bought Jamaica flowers on my own. I always take some from home, the bright buds clinging to a plastic bag. As a kid, I didn’t even know the small, red pieces came from a flower. It was in the kitchen, nestled amidst spices, so it was more like an ingredient […]

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All I’d ever wanted to feel is whole. Fully inside myself. But I was always pulled apart, a half step behind myself. The morning I had to do prayer turned out like this too. I held my hands out, tensing and relaxing my fists over and over so I could feel my arms, so I […]

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Isabel sat down in her favorite chair, its back leg all wobbly. A bit of coffee spilled. She sipped off the saucer and sat super still, engrossed in The Guiding Light. Today she’d find out who is the father of Kathy’s baby. When her daughters’ voices drifted out of their bedroom and down the hall, […]

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