The House of Impossible Beauties

by Joseph Cassara

Nothing could fool the eyes. Whenever she needed proof, she just needed to see in order to believe. Like when she wanted to remind herself that humans were, at their root, good and loving beings, all she needed to see was a giggling baby. When she needed to see the wonders of creation, she went to the public library, like Hector did, and watched fast-forward videos of trees and flowers in bloom.

The road to hell, she always thought, wasn’t paved with good intentions. It was paved with fluorescent lights.