amanda marx

Amanda had lived her entire life behind masks. Childhood was the easiest, she just smiled & laughed her way through the trials & tribulations of growing up . . . of growing into her own skin.

The familiar ebb and flow of his voice had flattened into a mumbled slur that hid all but the words, “sorry” and “you’re in”.

It was just a glimpse I caught in the crowd
Not quite enough to fill the gap between recognition & deja vu
A momentary flicker of familiarity
A floating reminder . . . of someone I once knew…