Paisley: My sky
Greene Sharp.
Paisley slept in the back seat of the car for a long time, her chin slid down to her sweater, revealing a white **, and I watched her in the rearview mirror. The woods flickered past me, silently.
When I pulled into the front lane of my hometown, my parents were waiting for me at the front door. Through the frost-blurred window, I saw my parents smiling, their faces shaking up and down. They were excited, it was Paisley's first visit.
I carried Paisley into the kitchen, she was still sleeping. My parents cooed softly so as not to wake her. They all longed for their turn to hug her. I looked down at Paisley, and my mother said I looked like my father used to hold me.
I didn't take my eyes off her as I held Paisley high above my head. I turned around slowly, she was lying in my outstretched arms, I could hear my parents whispering, but it sounded as if it was far away from me.
Paisley suddenly opened his eyes and met mine. The blades of the ceiling fan above her floated slowly like a cloud. In that moment, I knew everything would be different for her.
Paisley smiled, wrinkles appeared on his face, revealing pink gums. A wisp of saliva slipped from her mouth, stopped there, and then fell like a liquid diamond on my face and landed above my lips, which I felt with my tongue and tasted like trust.
paisley my sky
glynn sharpe
paisley slept most of the way there, her chin spilling over onto her jumper in white w**es of flesh. i watched her in the rear view mirror as the trees rolled by, silently and unchanging.
my parents were waiting at the front door for us as we pulled into the driveway. i could see their smiling, bobbing faces through the frost-scraped window. they were excited. it was paisley's first visit.
i carried her in my arms into the kitchen. she was still asleep. my parents cooed quietly so that they wouldn't wake her. they were both eager to get a turn to hold her. as i gazed down at her, my mother said that i looked just like my father did when he used to hold me.
i didn't take my eyes off paisley as i lifted her high above my head. i slowly turned with her in my outstretched arms, and i could hear my parents' muffled protests. they sounded as if they were a world away from the two of us. paisley's eyes burst open and met mine. the blades of the ceiling fan just above her head floated slowly like wooden clouds. it was in that instant that i knew that everything would be different for her. she smiled and her face erupted into creases and pink gums. a thread of spittle slipped from her mouth, held there, and fell toward my face like a liquid diamond. it landed above my lip and i felt it with my tongue. it tasted like trust.