Mallory Kane
Stories (4/0)
Cheap Wine
Bullseye. His eyes squinted, result of a grin big enough to reveal teeth whiter than my pointy pumps before guiding another dart into the board. He was tan, built, and confident enough. He had a sort of strategy about him, everything planned and articulate. It seemed like he could hold his liquor; he kept his composure throughout that night, and he has since then too. It meant a lot to someone like me.
By Mallory Kane4 years ago in Humans
Running in Circles
The day Grant died I got in my car and drove until my eyelids heavily demanded me to stop. It was raining hard, the universe’s admittance of how horrible everything was. I remember it being foggy, but maybe my clumped tears were just clouding my vision. Either way, I couldn’t see well; driving conditions were bad. Any sane person would have pulled over, but, for the first time, I no longer qualified as sane. So I kept pushing my foot down farther, accelerating towards nowhere.
By Mallory Kane4 years ago in Humans
Roadtrip!
Sometime in between the years’ worth of hours spent in the car together, my dad and I have acquired a unique understanding of the world. I consider myself lucky because my dad has shown me how to make a dreadful experience a brighter one. All he has to do is pack us in the car for a 23-hour trip, and tell some jokes along the way. There it is; the coexistence of the bad and good—depending on the amount of times we have heard said jokes previously, of course.
By Mallory Kane4 years ago in Wheel
