Abbey Roman
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The Red Scarf
James was almost late to his soccer game so I dropped him off instead of parking the car and helping him with his gear. It was just faster that way. So James is currently playing his heart out on a field across town and I am on the shabby rug on my living room floor. There’s just so much to do, yet here I sit, perhaps still in shock.
By Abbey Roman7 years ago in Humans
Sanctuary
She’s here. Struck dumb, I stand in the way of the customers who obey the barista calling out names assigned to steaming half-caff, double pump espresso mocha latte-chinos. Yet I cannot move, my own Grande 4000 calorie treat sweetly scalding my trembling fingertips, now forgotten in my hand.
By Abbey Roman7 years ago in Humans
Our Little Circus
In the Mariposa County Jail, each ward is color-coded. Women are segregated by the determination of their propensity for violence. I suppose jails run that way, but this is the only jail I have ever been to, so I can’t speak for others. I am wearing a hunter green outfit; one size fits all. I am in the Mental Health Ward. Perhaps green is a soothing color.
By Abbey Roman7 years ago in Viva