SCARLET: A Literary Blog

In the stranger’s basement bedroom, I awoke, facing a staircase that had pale blue lights illuminating the bottom of each step. The bedroom had no windows to indicate the time and my phone was upstairs. The stranger was still asleep, with his back to me, and enough space between us to fit another person. I […]

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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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