House of Escher
(from Brainmatter: Essays, Narrative & Short Fiction by Kelli Jae Baeli) “Where are the stairs?” She made a derisive sound. “Oh, you don’t want to take the stairs.” I woke in a strange bed, in a strange room, the previous night of drinking leaving me with a tongue that felt swollen, and an overwhelming need for a drink of water. My friends had obviously carried me from the car to this bed sometime in the night. I sat up, my head swimming. Where am I? The last thing I remembered was sitting in the back seat of Casey’s old Bonneville, … Continue reading →