by Susan Jane ‘God, that’s so bizarre, Rachel. She’s talking to air.’ Amy turned to her friend and, as she often did, spoke with a slim cigarette bobbing between her lips. The sun that had baked the playground all afternoon was receding, and the two women were sitting on the smooth lip of the park’s [...]
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Caris Underground by Susan Jane
February 12, 2004 – 1:01 pm
by Susan Jane Caris, you idiot. How many times did I tell you that it would kill you?
Fighting It by Susan Jane
January 12, 2004 – 3:01 am
by susan jane Ken and I sat in the back of the room, in the very last row of chairs. He had one hand on my thigh, and another rested limp in his lap. The din of weeping and wet voices was a constant barrage on the senses, punctuated now and then by an anguished [...]