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.
Illustration by Deema Alawa General Tso’s Recipe: A Self Portait by Celeste Bloom Instructions: Let the knife carve along the ribs of the carcass etch
Illustration by Sonia Chintha I They came for you like screaming red bulls, ravenous for the win. You held them off with picks and jabs