10:15 p.m. the sun never sets. Clear sky blazing like a promise. People who are used to this kind of thing have it easy. I’m not used to it at all and I think it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The sky, I mean. Of course, it’s a living, breathing metaphor for everything coming to an end. Or a false promise. All I know is the haunted clock tower I pass by every night on my way to work is beautiful too, even with the evaporating ghosts. Yes, I’m still walking to work even thought I don’t have to. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t actually go to work, I just want to get away from everyone. It’s nice, even with the smashing and the sunlight. I’m still breathing. The sun is still up there. It’s not going to go away.
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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. View all posts by jessicahalseywrites