Three Stories

By Camden Rose

Third story:

He jumped.

Her brother worked on his life—

or rather his death—

on the 3rd floor.

Teetering between

the ledge of the parking garage

and the desire to step off,

one halfway tied shoe

swaying out above the complex

and back above the concrete,

only to repeat the process again.

He may have jumped 3 stories

but he had fallen way before

the leap.

Second story:

She cried.

Both daughters had worked at the sushi bar

the floor below the act.

The place where

one was once a waitress

and the other was now a hostess.

The hostess found the car.

The waitress found the hospital room

to be too quiet, too precise,

too far away.

One hour and forty-nine minutes to be exact

if she was to leave right now.

The whole family could properly grieve

in the time it would take her to

speed down the highway.

Going back to college was hard,

knowing that the rubber band

pulling her back to that beeping room

might snap at any time.

First story:

They survived.

The pavement was

hard, cracked, broken,

the color of his fading face,

the texture of his body.

He was slammed into an ambulance and sped off to the ICU.

The place where they fix things.

Where they fixed his broken wrist

and the bones in his face.

Where they inserted flexible pipes down his throat so he could

breath normally.

Where the outer damage disappeared.

Crazy what they can do these days,

his mother had said.

She had gotten the call while she was in Italy.

His biological sister soon thereafter

The one away at college didn’t know

it had even happened—

or even why it did—

until she was back for break,

a week later,

when it suddenly made sense

why her stepmother

didn’t hug her

when she got back

from out of the country,

but instead packed an overnight bag

and left.

In lieu of a regular post, I have decided to post a poem I wrote about half a year ago when my step brother attempted suicide by jumping off a three story parking garage. Thankfully, by the grace of God, he had no long-lasting physical injuries and is currently in remediation.

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Years ago, Camden Rose brought her typewriter across the country to Seattle after completing degrees in marketing and creative writing at Elon University. She fell in love with the city and hasn't left since. She can often be found at the ocean's edge taking notes on the local mermaid population. She loves exploring nature and seeking out the magic hidden beneath the everyday world. Currently, she is working on various short stories, novels, and a master’s in education. You can find her on Twitter @CamdensCorner.

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