Each time it comes, I run, filled with curiosity and glee, pick up the strangely light box; hopes not quite shattered.
It is a box. It has arrived at my doorstep. It has to have something I will need.
And.
Each time. I open it, there lies space upon space of nothingness,
Just air.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
I nod politely, my eyes shift towards the green street sign a hundred feet away the table chatter about potty training and sleepless nights and
Jealousy spreads in her veins dark, grimy, moves at the speed of light, destroys the walls of her veins,