the batter is out.” By Sasha on her couch


Tuesday February 21, 2017
10:18pm
5 minutes
From the rules of cricket

You tell yourself that it’s okay, but it’s not. It’s not okay. You rev yourself up, turning the music so loud that the crucifix on the wall shakes. You grandmother won’t be home for another forty five minutes at least. She’s at the doctor. She has cataracts. You tell yourself that the police always try to scare people like you, but they won’t actually press charges. You grandmother calls and you turn the music off. If you don’t, she’ll nag you about how the “neighbours complain” and “the neighbours have a baby” and “have a little respect”.

“I need a reader” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Monday February 20, 2017
11:05pm
5 minutes
castingworkbook.com

Sometimes my eyes get so tired, looking at the bright light of the screen, that I wish I had a reader. I don’t even think that I’m an auditory learner, but I do love being read to. I really do. I often ask N to read to me before bed and he usually says no because his voice is tired. He talks all day. I get it. But there’s something about that soothing sound of someone reading aloud that is ultimate comfort, hey? Maybe, if it was work related, it wouldn’t be so productive. Maybe I should stick to reading for myself.

“the batter is out.” By Julia on the toilet


Tuesday February 21, 2017
11:37pm
5 minutes
From the rules of cricket

I rolled my eyes at Elliot who happened to turn and face me right at my guiltiest. He snapped the shutter again and again but looked frustrated.
“Damnit,” he said, “I missed it.”
“I’ll likely do it again,” I told him, “it’s not like my opinion of you has gone away.”
“No, moron,” he sucked his teeth, “it was perfect timing: the look on your face, the giant sign behind you…”
I rolled my eyes at him again as a gesture of condolence. He shook his head and said, “It doesn’t matter now, Rita. It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh come on,” I said, “what will you do now that your life is completely ruined?”