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Wing Jones Wing Jones by Katherine Webber
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“She’s got a laugh you wish you could bottle up and wear like perfume whenever you’re feeling sad because it would always cheer you up.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“But my happiness is a squishy kind of happiness, squeezing itself in where it can fit, pushing around all the sadness and the stress and the pressure, finding any empty spot, any crevice, and filling it. Don’t mind me, it says. I won’t bother anyone. I know this is a room for sadness, but I just need a little corner. I try to kick it out, because it isn’t welcome here, it didn’t even come wearing black, but it won’t go. It’s a stubborn guest. One that I secretly want to stay.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“Then he smiles at me and it’s like I’ve been living in darkness and now there is light.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“Another wish, a secret one, flutters by, and it has Aaron’s name on it. I watch it for a moment, fluttering, floating, and then I grab it tight and crush it before anyone else can see it. I can feel the remnants of the mothy wish wings on my skin.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“I know that when you’re happy, you shine. And I love it when you laugh, I love the sound, and I feel it.” He sits back and gestures with his hands around his chest. He does feel my feather giggles.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“A dark, cold feeling is spreading through me like frost on a windshield on a winter morning.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“I love how his lashes curl up. How dark his eyes are. I want to dive into them and swim as far as I can and then dive deeper and never come back up.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“It filled my heart to see him.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“As the bathroom door slams behind me and I step outside, I feel the sun burning away my invisible scars, scorching me clean.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“I feel like it might take over, like I might drown in my wanting. Like I’ll be nothing but want. Like I won’t be able to think about anything or do anything but just want him.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“So I do what I do best. I keep quiet.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“These aren’t the kind of tears that give you a sense of relief or wash the pain away. These tears hurt. Each and every one has made the perilous journey from my heart to my eyes. I feel like with every tear I’m losing a little bit more of who I thought my brother was, but I can’t stop them. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“I let my breathing come naturally, my breaths kissing the night. The night kisses me back, butterfly kisses made of mist.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“Add a note

The clouds have risen, out of my reach, but now I can see the stars and they wink down at me like they’re saying “You go, girl” and I tilt my head back and smile up at them, and I hope that from way up there my smile looks like a bright shiny star winking back at them.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“The clouds have risen, out of my reach, but now I can see the stars and they wink down at me like they’re saying “You go, girl” and I tilt my head back and smile up at them, and I hope that from way up there my smile looks like a bright shiny star winking back at them.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“Oh.” The syllable falls out of my mouth like a pit in the middle of a plum. Sharp and awkward all at once. Something I can’t swallow.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“My heart stops its leaping and lies down. It tries to curl up into a ball, and I press my palm against my chest to comfort it.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“He’s elegant in a way that it isn’t fair for a boy to be; it’s a fierce elegance, like he’s a leopard or an eagle. I could watch him jump and run and just move all day long. I like to watch him when he’s still too. I like to watch him all the time.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“But I don’t run. Instead, I back into the corner, wishing I were so small that all you could see of me was the tuft of my hair and it was so small you’d mistake it for a dust ball. That’s how small I’m trying to make myself.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“I run down the hall and out of the building and I keep going until I’m at my front door, heart beating so fast and lungs working so hard that I don’t realize tears are streaming down my face until there is a river of them at my feet and I’m drowning.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“A color that doesn't have a word yet, and I love it.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
tags: color, sea
“Granny Dee sits down, heavily for such a frail old woman, hand on her heart. I wonder if she can see that I’m dripping sunshine. Maybe that’s why she’s so shocked.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“I go sit next to her, and even with the state she’s in, I can’t keep the smile off my face. Can’t keep the gold from spilling out of me and all over her.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“I put my hand under her wrinkled elbow and help her up; the skin there is so loose it hangs like a pair of jeans on a washing line.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“She’ll look over at me, shake her head, and grin so wide it’s like the crescent moon is trying to imitate her smile.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“I take her foot in my hands again, squeezing gently. I don’t want her to have to work anymore. I want her to stay home and rest her old, tired bones. She might say it’s nothing, but I know it’s everything.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“They've disappeared somewhere I can't follow.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
tags: grief
“My heart starts beating beating beating, so fast I’m sure it will pop out and fall to the floor for everyone to see and stomp on.”
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“I swallow and try to keep my imagination from playing roulette with all the things he could say.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
“She’s still smiling, but her eyes are suspiciously overbright. A familiar cloud follows her words, a big dark cloud I know all too well but don’t want around on my birthday. Maybe that makes me selfish.”
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

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