Conrad Ilesia

Joined March 2021

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Alberta
Dylan Summers stood in the dirt of what used to be a front yard, the plush green grass long since dead, listening as his prospective landlord set out the terms of the proposed lease.
By Conrad Ilesia4 years ago in Families
On Love Street
Amber Sanchez, her brunette hair curling just above her blouse, top two buttons open, the hint of a pink embroidered bra underneath, is on my right; Cecilia Contreras, in a blue and gold UTSA tee shirt, is to my left. I am smiling, squinting, a slight sweat above my eyebrow.
By Conrad Ilesia4 years ago in Families
Macy Portela, Part One: Compulsion
I had already been on the patio once. Not smoking; decompressing, watching a couple of guys with acoustic guitars set up on the far side, getting a weird look from Derek (Party’s on the other side, dude.) and taking deep breaths. The cook, smelling like the kitchen, walked to me, greeted me, shook my hand. I put my hand in my right pocket.
By Conrad Ilesia5 years ago in Filthy
The End of My Love Affair
THE END OF MY LOVE AFFAIR I i dreamed we were kissing (again) last night, your lips like the soft rain falling (on the roof of my house).
By Conrad Ilesia5 years ago in Poets
Sway
George Alison had the gift of second sight since birth, just like the scar that ran across his back. The scar that looked like three sixes that meant something and nothing at all, all at once.
By Conrad Ilesia5 years ago in Humans
Three Sisters
This is a story about three sisters. But, first, I wanna talk about me. My name is Sam. I am a forgettable family law attorney in a small town where everybody knows your name and every chapter of your book. It is a thing of wonder.
By Conrad Ilesia5 years ago in Families
Kathy
They always bug me about seeing her—meeting her, actually. Ken and Brian. Even Chad sometimes, who accuses me of making her up. But she’s not made up, a figment of my imagination. She’s real. I assure you, she is very real.
By Conrad Ilesia5 years ago in Families
Birthday Wish
She awoke to the buzzing of the cell phone beside her, her head flat on the mattress between her two Sonoma pillows. The alert was probably about a missing kid, she thought. She lifted her head, only to feel like the ceiling was crushing her brain. She moved to her right side, settled into Pillow # 1, pulling Pillow # 2 to her chest. Welcome to thirty-one, she thought, exhaling. She drifted in and out of sleep for the next few moments, certain the missing kid would be found. When her phone buzzed again, she brought it close to her face, squinting, her glasses somewhere in her bedroom, hopefully not on the floor again. She read the notification: it was not a missing kid; it was a package delivered to her front porch. She still had her jeans on from the night before. Other than that, she was stripped.
By Conrad Ilesia5 years ago in Criminal