Bella Timar
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Stories (3/0)
Christmas in the Time of Grief
Claire has died too close to Christmas. This is what Alex has decided. For the first time in a week, she’s woken by the sun cutting through the shutters in stripes, rather than Ella’s faint cries. The first five seconds of the day are normal, one suspended breath. It could be three years ago, waking up already slightly sticky in the heavy summer heat, texting Claire and making her drive them the three minute walk to the beach. It could be last Christmas Eve in New York, grey snow and her roommate talking to his mother obnoxiously loudly. It could be so many moments.
By Bella Timar3 years ago in Fiction
Apocalypse, Day Five.
It takes five days to feel real. It is the first time they go outside, the afternoon of January tenth. Before that, though, the day stretches out, unfurling itself like a waking cat. The Capitol building has been on fire since last night, a shock of orange in distant concrete sky, a swell of blood from a too-fast razor.
By Bella Timar3 years ago in Fiction