J Gregory Simmons
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Greg is pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing. He holds a BA in English and completed an MS in HR Leadership while serving in the US Army. HR and the military gave him a passion for people and their stories; that passion inspire his writing.
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I woke up with two blankets drawn up over my face. I pulled the covers down and, for a moment, imagined that I could see my breath in the cold of the room. At the end of the bed, Cashew stopped bathing himself long enough to begin a staring contest. “I think he’s getting used to you.” I pointed two exaggerated fingers at my eyes then at the cat before turning towards the window. Anna was across the room, a silhouette against the pale morning light filtering through gauze curtains. I just smiled and followed the sharp contrast of dark and light until I could see patches of light glowing through her short, amber curls. She was sitting on top of her desk, her arms hugged her legs to her, bringing her knees just under her chin. Above her head, red and yellow ribbons hung loosely from an air vent. “Did I wake you up?” She interlaced her fingers and stretched her arms above her head.
By J Gregory Simmons4 years ago in Fiction
