Chandee Ramirez
Bio
Chandee Ramirez, the new voice to ring out in the piercing racket of today's litany of voices. Hear me, feel me. You will know me by my eyes and recognize my voice in your heart. Walk with me. Let's explore the frequencies together.
Stories (3/0)
Heart-Shaped Locket
At the time Shea started watching the sky, it was orange and swirled with pinks and yellows, piled atop pillows of purple. How slow time moved in these moments of the day that were perfect for kisses and foot massage but horrible if spent waiting, especially to pee. He rushed to his window and jumped onto the bed, bouncing to the side Indian style and facing the sunset, imagining what Kira might wear today when he saw her from around her father’s shed. She made her way to the gate taking the path through her Mom’s garden outside her bedroom. She craned her neck, ear near the glass. The tv was still on. She pushed off the wall and walked through the gate at a hurried pace to the Sutton’s grazing field. He darted out of the room and down the hall, through the kitchen and out the door. He trotted up to the large group who hurried to pick their side in today’s game. smiled to himself, happily noting that Ian was able to walk again despite his near death to COVID-19 which had not dimmed his eyes to Shea’s affect on the world-- however filled with nightmares. He took note of every clue in Ian’s expression when his view became obscured by the burst of action that closed in around him on the quarterback’s command,
By Chandee Ramirez3 years ago in Fiction
Sunrise
“Sunrise,” he thought. “It’ll be sunrise, or I don’t know a damn thing about anything.” He knew they could not address the issue till then, when all of the servicemen switched on their phones from being mysteriously turned off from the moment they left work Friday until the moment they clocked in Monday. It’s true nobody likes to be called in on their weekend off. These men had additional aversions to answering that phone. Nobody wanted to work on their weekend off especially since they all knew that answering the phone meant aiding in the killing of yet another few dozen citizens whose only crime had been refusing the COVID-19 vaccine. Families, the lot of them. And children. Defenseless children, who at the time had no choice in the matter save for the choice their parents had made.
By Chandee Ramirez3 years ago in Futurism
