Micro Prose: Two Pieces by Chelsea Laine Wells

The summer before high school Lindsey and Jenna stood together in front of the bathroom mirror, in the humidity of hot water running to cover their voices and the heat of straightening irons, the clay-like richness of make-up and cloying alcohol of drugstore body spray, cinnamon gum to cover the vodka and nicotine, clear strips Band-Aids to cover the razor lines, tissues spotted with shaky hand liquid eyeliner fuck ups and zit concealer and cheap lip gloss like strawberry super glue and blood and stray smeared dots of bile from the rim of the toilet bowl, Six Underground tinny and looping on extreme singular repeat from Jenna’s iPod forever plugged in to charge.… Read More Micro Prose: Two Pieces by Chelsea Laine Wells