A Recorded Sound in The Valley

What is a baby anyway?

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Human Parts

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There’s no sound in the motel; we must be the only ones left. I ask my fiancé if we can go for a walk. He nods. We leave our room before the night creeps in. As soon as we step outside, the loud noise from the highway hits us. I’m jealous of the cars that speed out of this dump.

I shiver, it’s cold; it must be minus five or six. I glance at my hairless fur boots disappearing in the mud. I feel stuck in a rut; I’m in a small crease of a valley on holiday.

I’m in love with a man who has no money, we both don’t have jobs and soon we’ll get married, but the ring doesn’t fit and my nightmares feel real. Around me are hundreds of vines, but there are no shiny grapes, the trees have been stripped, the birds are gone — nothing’s our neighbor. It’s all bare here, it’s all gone.

I look up at the big mountain. I feel like she’s laughing at me, at what I’ve become. Since I’ve committed to my fiancé I only get to play with her a few hours a day when my groom and I pay the day rate. And to earn that special right, I pay a hefty price; in one week on the mountain, I blow what I usually burn in a year. But it’s all worth it; when I’m up there everything feels easy and possible, and even the light is different. It’s quite a sight. I like to watch the money sit comfortably in the sun with their…

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I write contemporary non-fiction & fiction- Comedy and drama. I focus on identity, sexuality, love and hate, mental illness and addiction.