Keara K. Steele

Weeks had gone by. The whole situation had managed to make the newspaper. Joy, miraculously enough, had managed to survive. Crazy, right? Even though I let her go, I was still seen as the heroin that at least tried to save her. The city adores me. She probably wishes she were dead though. The poor thing’s paralyzed from the neck down. The newspaper put me and my profession on blast, of course. With a little help from google, here you are, in my cozy little office. You scheduled an appointment with me, you just had to meet me. I introduced myself, “Dr. Lauren Grace, how can I help you today.” I giggled in my head, look how professional I was being with you. I couldn’t help but stare at you but I definitely wasn’t listening. You were going on and on about Joy and it was sickening, Jason.    “She’s having a hard time adjusting, you know,” he paused, “getting used to the idea of being confined to that hospital bed has been weighing heavily on her.” I was silent. P...

Consumed. I knew when I saw him. Everything about him. I was attached. Drawn like a fish at sea. After him as if he were my prey. Locked in. I followed him from a distance. At first, only with my eyes. Then one foot took a step. The other followed. He glided down the side walk in such a smooth manner that had me enticed. It was almost hypnotic, I had to glide exactly the same. Like a dance. Our dance. Matching him to a t. His charisma bounced off of everyone he passed and landed on me. I turned to look. No one else sees him. It landed on me. Only me. He strolls into a small coffee shop. “My type of place,” I say to myself while entering shortly after him. The girl at the register knew his name. He’s a regular. She smiles. He’s flirting. I’m jealous. I sit at a table in a corner where no one notices. He takes his coffee to a table adjacent to a window. Minutes pass. I watch him the entire time. With every blink, I feel as if I’ve cheated myself of a moment with him. I lost a mil...