Carolina Medrano
Bio
I want to write like my soul depends on it. I want to write like my bones will fall out of my skin if I don’t have my words to hold them upright on this Earth. You can listen to my stories on my podcast, Carolina Reads.
Stories (3)
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Strawberries and Cream
I was cursed with a very long memory. Some things I remember vividly, and some in flashes with blurred edges. I was raised by a child. Or more so the remnants of a child left forgotten while parents and older siblings flew high over project buildings. I knew the way of the world way before my time and yet, there I stayed, feet still too small to carry me through to where my mind was. I was told that once I got older, I’d understand. But who could ever understand such things?
By Carolina Medrano3 years ago in Fiction
Gaslit
I rush across 28th street from 3rd Avenue to 1st, trying to get my short legs to Bellevue as fast as I possibly can. It’s 9:42 am, his appointment is at 10 and I’m hoping to make it in time to catch him at the door. My heart has been in my throat since the last message I received from him the night before.
By Carolina Medrano3 years ago in Fiction
