The Laundry Room

The Laundry Room Whitney Carter She thudded ungracefully down the basement stairs, the laundry basket clasped against one hip, bumping against the wall with each step. The fifth step down gave a familiar squeak as she gathered scattered pieces of cat litter between her toes. She double checked the bottom step out of absentminded habit … Continue reading The Laundry Room



“I have to explain what’s happened here,” the doctor stuttered quietly. “I have to explain myself.” He glanced at his nurse, whose wide eyes and blotchy complexion offered him no comfort. There was a roaring in my ears and a pain growing in my chest. I watched my beautiful little sister for any twitches of … Continue reading Prism