“Chaerin walked down the steps of her house, plugging her earbuds into her phone, and pressed play on her music playlist. She was going to the supermarket to buy food. She walked down the dairy aisle, checking the sell-by dates on each container.”
“These were no ordinary pair of scissors. They were my mother’s sewing scissors. They were gold and delicately molded by some craftsman long ago into the shape of an elegant swan in flight.”
“I remember arriving, and thinking everything looked picture perfect. /
I remember it was dark, but at the same time very bright. /
I remember demanding that my friends were called by their nicknames.”
“Diving off a racing block into a swimming pool. The anxiety – would I mess up? Would my goggles fall down?”
“‘You guys, I don’t think this is a good idea.’ I hate the dark. And the woods.”