The Names Of My Fates S. Rainwater

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The Names Of My Fates  by  S. Rainwater

The Names Of My Fates by S. Rainwater
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I OPENED THE closet door with a shaky hand. The wire hangers clinked together like wind chimes as a cold draft leaked through the windows. The duffel bag sat there on the bare closet floor, like a patient dog, like a body, like a crime.I feltMoreI OPENED THE closet door with a shaky hand. The wire hangers clinked together like wind chimes as a cold draft leaked through the windows. The duffel bag sat there on the bare closet floor, like a patient dog, like a body, like a crime.I felt something watching me, but when I turned around there was nothing but shadows, emptiness.I shifted my weight from foot to foot, thinking about Celia getting cold in the car.

I should’ve done what she did, built a fire, burned this all away.In the end, I shouldered the duffel bag, the contents shifting and sighing. When I turned to go, that same shadow flickered across the window, then stood still. I approached, and the shadow twitched but stayed.Just beyond the glass, perched on the dead stalks of lavender sticking up out of the window box, was a hummingbird. I knew it was impossible—it was the dead of winter, ten below, the middle of the night—but there it was, glimmering green as an emerald in the moonlight.

Once I was positive it was simply a trick of the light, it rose up, wings thrumming, tapped the glass once with its long beak before streaking away.“Grandma?” I whispered to the dark.Celia watched me in the rearview mirror as I opened the trunk, stuffed the duffel bag inside, like a dead body. She didn’t say a word as I came around, slunk inside, started the car.We grabbed gas station coffees and jelly donuts, filled up the tank, and headed out into the dark stillness.

My official name-change documents were curled around my driver’s license that still held my other name, the one Tommy felt I’d stolen, hidden inside. I’d left as Brian Baxley, and I would be going back as Brian Baxley.We watched the moon fill up with blood, then wash away, sparkling white.

Tendrils of pure greens and blues, the aurora borealis, flickered out over the sky, known only to us. We were quiet, holding hands. By the time dawn strained red at the horizon we were within view of that mighty river, and when we spoke it was of pancakes and coffee, while the tinny radio voices announced that Brian Baxley, son of a murderer, had signed with the Minnesota Grizzlies.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~10% of all profits are donated to nonprofits supporting the LGBT+ community.



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