Complete Arc 1

It’s a Thursday afternoon when the woman walks into Mara’s class. She looks ordinary, medium build, medium height, dark brown hair tied up in a pony tail. Her cotton leggings and oversized shirt are unfashionable. Probably not a regular practitioner, Mara thinks to herself. This is the drop-in

One year later… Leia Sarah and I are standing in the kitchen, cooking dinner. Or, more precisely, Sarah is cooking, and I am helping. Our kitchen isn’t the newest. It’s rather old fashioned, but beautiful. Parts of the wall are covered in turqouise tiles. White cabinets are adorned

“Good morning Leia” Nate says when I enter the kitchen. It’s after ten, so morning is on the generous side of descriptions, but it’s Sunday and I have the day off. Nate hands me a cup of coffee. I smile at him. He smiles back, a warm, friendly

“Hi”, Mara says, after I’ve awkwardly walked back through the door to sit down next to her on the steps. I look at her blankly. I don’t know if I’m angry at her, or simply confused, or what to feel, really. What is she doing here? How

The next morning is Thursday, and I wake up confused. Foggy. Things feel more normal, but also… not. Today is the day grandma is having her surgery. I’m not sure how to feel about that. I get up and I get dressed slowly. Black leggings and a cozy grey

Sarah and I are making bracelets. On Saturdays we often make bracelets. Or other jewelry. I’ve spent the morning in the hospital. Grandma is doing okay. Or so the doctors claim, according to my mom. I found it hard to tell, with the nurses coming in and out and

My dad is driving. We’re going to see grandma, who has released herself from the hospital yesterday and is now home in her apartment in San Francisco. Outside the window cars are whooshing by at great speed. My dad always drives when it’s the four of us, which

It is evening and the sun is beginning to set when my mom drops me off at my house. I feel exhausted, almost dizzy, a dense, foreboding pressure, centered at my forehead. Must be getting a headache. The rays of the setting sun feel surreal, as if the sun has