After the storm we found pieces of the crackling sky lying in the rubble of a bomb-kissed office building-maybe it had once been a bank because the black marble floor sang and wept when the brilliant shards struck it. They melted the minerals above and below, gave everything a pearly, iridescent sheen. I didn’t want to touch it but Kia dared me to eat it instead and said it wouldn’t burn my lips if I put it on my tongue just right. I never refused a dare so I plucked the largest piece from the ruins with my teeth. They shattered as I tossed my head back and gulped the slick shine down and my last experience of taste was one of sugar and fire.
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Jessica Halsey was born in Arkansas and has lived in Panama and the UK. She earned an MFA in Creative Writing from Goddard College and a BA in Sociology from Randolph-Macon Woman's College. She currently lives in the marshlands of the American South writing poetry and odd fiction. She also has a day job poking people with needles. View all posts by jessicahalseywrites