His ghost looms over my shoulder as a sailor pockets my wedding ring and promises me passage.
The sailor’s cigarette glows orange, embers eating tobacco down to the filter.
A push, and the lake eats him, too.
If I sail far enough, my husband whispers, I will find him waiting.
Jessica Zmuda is an anthropology graduate, museum enthusiast, and aspiring author living in St. Louis. She shares these on Instagram at @jess.reads.too.much.
Red theater curtains pull open, dust shaking itself from the satin folds.
The speakers announce The Universe. Stars and galaxies spin. You’re in the front row, eyes reflecting all of that cold bright space. You lean forward, crying.
When the orchestra’s first notes hum through your sternum, you are weightless.
Jessica is an aspiring author of lyrical fantasy and fantastical romances. She shares her writing process and book reviews on Instagram @jess.reads.too.much.