Haley Hale
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Life After Almost
The sky is deep blue and speckled with smoldering stars. Slender grasses and reeds softly whisper in the summer winds. The burning, blinding warmth of the setting sun, awash with lovey pinks, sweet oranges, and rumbling purples, has faded into the cool grey twilight. Day creatures lay down to rest, but the night stirs and wakes.
By Haley Hale4 years ago in Fiction
More to Me than Winning
I have always had a complicated relationship with softball. Well, perhaps not always. I can faintly remember a time where playing softball was an expression of my youth--a period that felt like limitless potential for growth. In my deeper memories, I am surrounded by other kids whose uniforms are entirely too big and who had snot dripping from their noses (though, I always seemed to be the snottiest somehow). That was a simple enough time; we didn’t know much of anything, and so little was expected of us. We were a recreation league team, full of girls with varying experience. If not for the choice our parents made to stick us in a team together, I’m not sure some of us would have ever met at all. Looking back, there is something nice about that. In no way were we actually very talented at this sport, but we showed up anyway and learned.
By Haley Hale4 years ago in Humans
Agents of Reciprocity
Mam sits like a mannequin in her chair by the hearth. A fire blazes. Mam neither takes nor gives warmth. Every day she perches on the broken tiles, in the broken seat, eyes fixated on something in the distance that no one can see, through the broken window. And Mam belongs here, amongst all these things that are only a shell of what they once were. Mam is broken too.
By Haley Hale5 years ago in Fiction
