How Shivani and I felt about our religions resembled the way she left and rejoined the circle of dancers throughout the night. Ambivalent. Indecisive. Fleeting.
It wasn’t loaded, he said, and he’d flipped the safety as an extra precaution. A slam, then my mother calling him irresponsible. Another slam. A pillow over my ears as I tried to fall asleep.
Sarah Mims Yeargin
Remember: you feel a sinking feeling in your chest. Boys will be boys and girls will be girls. You have gotten bruises before. You should be used to this.
In the evenings Grandfather and Rakesh sat over a
charcoal fire, and grandfather told Rakesh stories -
stories about people who turned into animals, and
ghosts who lived in trees, and beans that jumped
on stones and wept…