The Folding Chair
Elisabeth said that life was like a folding chair, "I can put it away when I want to." That's what she said, I don't know if anyone understood her. What I did know was that she looked as beautiful as ever when she said it.
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Fiction by Craig A. Platt
Illustration and Movie by William Powhida
She stood there in my room, over me like an angel, as I was curled up in bed hungover again. She had this long brown hair that smelled like dandelions. She lighted a cigarette and blew the smoke out the window, she knew I hated cigarettes. It was early in the morning but the glare from the sun hurt my fragile brain that was still vibrating from the night before. She was arguing with me about love. About, "giving and taking," and "knowing when to get off your drunk ass and come home." I still wasn't sure what she meant.