Lindsay Coon
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Here There Be Monsters. Content Warning.
Here There Be Monsters I never saw the world through rose-colored glasses. It’s just not my nature. Pick any classic pick-me-up phrase: the glass is half full, every cloud has a silver lining, when God closes a door He opens a window. I grew up hearing them ricochet off kitchen walls and church hallways, tossed out by people who needed the sound of hope more than the truth of it. They spoke those words like prayers. Or maybe like armor. Maybe like a way to cover the trembling flesh underneath.
By Lindsay Coon3 months ago in Humans
One Last Concerto. Runner-Up in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge. Content Warning.
That morning, the apartment was quiet. Even the light seemed hesitant, bruised at the edges, filtering through gauzy curtains as though sorry for intruding and disturbing the dust. Caroline sat on the floor, knees pulled to her chest, surrounded by piles of sheet music like albino fallen leaves. She observed the sad detritus of her life. Empty coffee mugs lining the windowsill. A single sock forgotten under the couch. A single toothbrush barely visible, lonely in the holder under the bathroom mirror at the end of the hall. His, maybe. Or hers. She couldn’t remember which anymore.
By Lindsay Coon5 months ago in Fiction
