4 Quotes by Bryan Costales

I sneezed and she was gone.

The man lay there silent and unresponsive. An unconscious man, it turned out, was a perfect sounding board for her doubts.

Her husband had been the nails, the bolts, the rope that held her and her home together. She stood and imagined planks falling off of her arms, tearing free as those nails rusted and the rope frayed and parted deep inside her.

Mona leaned over and picked it up. Inside were hairy spiders. She shook the bottle. No, it was empty.