The Linnet's Wings Summer 2014 - Page 66

I was always a little bit in love with Lucy. 7. Lucy’s cancer has spread to her so-called liver. In the beginning, she insisted a tumor behind her left nipple. Would it have been there if she hadn’t made them look? When asteroids crash into Earth, the heat and pressure make midair showers of tiny, glittering diamonds. As when Lucy used to laugh at me for describing my fat, flat sister. Light travels one foot every billionth of a second. Everything is elegy. 8. Meantime, the anole’s skin, brown and split, turning white and whiter, body shriveling, eyes enormous, fixed and black.