Julia Forrester
Bio
Indoorsy Canadian. Rambler by nature. Distracted observer. Farsighted.
Stories (4/0)
Playing with Fire Signs
Resisting the ram Have you ever had someone make a comment about you that catches you completely off guard? Something meant as an innocuous observation like “you’re so put-together” or “you’re a real oddball,” but which you hear instead as “this is what I’ve noticed about you, which means either I’m an inherently bad judge of character, or the person the world thinks you are is deeply disassociated with the true self you feel you are on the inside.”
By Julia Forrester3 years ago in Futurism
The Will to Give
Tessa saw her sister before her sister saw her. The red Accord, passed down from their older cousin, usually stood out as the only car from its era still on the road. Watching Corrine cross the parking lot toward the diner, Tessa straightened up her table. Angled the laptop screen as if she hadn’t been slouching. Piled all the used napkins onto her crumb-covered plate and pushed it to the edge of the table. Closed her black notebook and snapped the elastic around it, arranging it parallel to the computer.
By Julia Forrester3 years ago in Humans