Last Call

“Cheers,” she says as she lowers her glass toward hell. “Cheers to an Honest Abe.”             I shift my eyes in her direction as I watch her lift the tiny glass a few inches from the floor up to her pale lips. Bailey has been this way ever since the truth came out twelve season… Continue reading Last Call

White Walls

Photo by Henry & Co. on Pexels.com The doors to 5A open and the white lights blind my eyes. My eyes are drawn to the white—white walls, white floors, and white ceilings. Men and women in long white coats scurry from one room to the next to pick apart brains and ensure stability. Screams escape… Continue reading White Walls