Kandice Moorman
Stories (3/0)
Table for Two
Rorie stood on her tiptoes with her nose pressed against the cold, white counter. She was just tall enough to see the white hair of a woman and the clipboard that hid her face. The woman’s voice surprised her because it was heavy, loud, and raspy like the bark of a bloodhound.
By Kandice Moorman3 years ago in Families
Fight Me
Navy shut her eyes tight hoping that if she squeezed them tight enough, the present moment would disappear. She pictured that day on the back porch, after the boy on the playground pushed her down into the dirt. She pictured the uneven rhythm of her feet hitting the sidewalk as she ran towards a blurry vision of home, squinting through the sting of the sand rubbing against the insides of her eyelids.
By Kandice Moorman3 years ago in Humans