Evan Rehill and Dominica Paige {Part 1}
I could murder her right now. I just got off the graveyard. My eyes are bloodshot and sore from the cigarettes and too much coffee. There’s a rip in my stocking. My uniform has a gravy stain over the heart. I’m nineteen years old and feel dead already. I’m walking home when I see her in the vines. Two skinny legs, a plastic sword. Sixteen years old and still thinks the world is make-believe. The world will make you believe, I tell her and she looks out a window while I smoke at the kitchen table, counting tips. Then she picks up her little-kid sword and goes out slaying dragons and knights in shiny armors. A sister is a terrible thing to have. I want to go to her, fall on her sword and smack her awake already. But I don’t. I keep going through the vines, pretend she doesn’t exist.
Evan Rehill’s work has been published in Open City, American Short Fiction, Instant City, and 14 Hills. He teaches at Pratt Institute and Rutgers University. Robotic arms:{www.evanrehill.com}
Dominica Paige works as an editor for Conveyor and curates Words with Pictures. She wanted to get in on the fun, too. {www.dominicapaige.com}