Lexie Harrell
Stories (5/0)
The Treatment
I’m the Doctor’s assistant—one of many. The water we are using today is on Hokkaido. It’s beautiful here. I arrived last night from Finland, greeted by the exact bitter cold the Doctor loves. He chooses his locations well. As I could see from the plane, there’s lots of viable water here.
By Lexie Harrell3 years ago in Fiction
My Weirdest Date
In Venice, California, there is a beachfront condo in a complex built in 2010. It has 2 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, an office, kitchen, theater, rooftop bar, and patio with private beach access, and is worth $6.2 million. I looked it up. I found it on Zillow. I found satellite images of it on Google Earth. I saved photos to my desktop. I saved them to Pinterest. I posted them on Instagram. I did this because I doubted any of my friends would believe me without seeing it for themselves.
By Lexie Harrell3 years ago in Fiction
Taxidermy
The restaurant had seldom been this quiet. It was a quiet she had found herself surrounded by in recent days. A death in the family always caused a strange, hushed stillness, as if people were suddenly more cautious, aware that death could at any moment come hunting for them too.
By Lexie Harrell3 years ago in Fiction