Tag Archives: Robert Walicki

We Didn’t Say Anything

It was something we didn’t talk about, about what happened to her. Because in two weeks she’ll be fine— blowing her bubblegum bubbles behind someone’s head on the bus, smacking them with her teeth and air. She had the longest … Continue reading

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The Game

I would sit on the edge of his bed. He would be sleeping or staring at the ceiling. The high beams of cars pooling and spreading the white of their lights down the silent walls. Sometimes I played the game … Continue reading

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