When Gracie’s parents fought, she imagined her bed was a spaceship that had run out of fuel, and the force of her parents’ words was the only thing that could blast her back into space, making it a good thing that their arguments increased in volume and speed, for when the shouting got too loud, she was that much closer to lift off, that much closer to reaching the moon where she would nestle in a crater—hide from everything—even the sun, the dark so total her form would make no shadow, the quiet so complete the universe’s long exhale would sound like her own, and she would fall asleep like this, lulled, waking the next day under her bed, wondering how on earth she had gotten back.
Saturday, 18 June 2022
'Rocket Girl' by D.E. Hardy
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