Randi Valtierra
Bio
29 She/Her
An aunt to 8 kids under 12, I spend a lot of time writing stories for them, and the rest of the time writing stories that they can't read until they grow up.
Stories (3/0)
Room 1404
I lazily watched a bird dip in the sky and out of sight in front of the setting sun. I coughed and held the oxygen mask over my face as I breathed in deeply. It’s not fair. I watched as another bird flew back in my view through the window. It seemed to hover over a power line for a few seconds before it veered left, back out of my view through the window. I wondered briefly if it was the same bird I had just been watching. It doesn’t matter if it was the same bird.
By Randi Valtierra3 years ago in Psyche
The Rock Collection
“Laura, watch my tables, I’m going to pop out back for a smoke really quick.” I don’t wait to see if she heard me, I know everyone else did so I slipped out the back door by the walk in freezer. When it gets really hot in the kitchen they prop the back door open and hope for a cool breeze to float through past the grills and ovens. I heard the Spanish music playing in the kitchen as I walked past a row of cars to the little island of trees by the dumpsters.
By Randi Valtierra3 years ago in Psyche
Help Wanted
This has truly been a shit day. I loosened my tie and decided to head to the park. I’ve been looking for work ever since the Red Lobster I worked at had to close because of Covid. I’m glad that they took precautions and all but I have been struggling with trying to make sure the bills were paid ever since.
By Randi Valtierra3 years ago in Humans
