Moving Day the pickup truck rumbles away with the last few moving boxes. the room is a bare island depleted of vegetation of memories. a freezing emptiness hefts itself off its hinges and licks your skin. silence blends with soft sunlight easing through the curtainless windows. you scan the room one more time, tears teetering on the edge of your eyelashes. in a forgotten corner of a windowsill, you spot the tiny jar of layered sand with glimmers of color. it reminds you of the ocean that used to live in you. its waves fizz into your fingertips and crash with your thumping heartbeats. you tuck the jar into your canvas bag emblazoned with “courage” and make the last farewell, your steps joining the hum of the road.
Allison Xu is a young writer from Rockville, Maryland. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Unbroken, Paper Lanterns, The Daphne Review, Bourgeon Magazine, and elsewhere. She is currently serving as a senior editor for Polyphony Lit. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, baking, and playing with her beagle.