Landslide by Fleetwood Mac
Bedroom mirror, Melbourne, 2015 Iryna ByelyayevaIt never goes the way you think it will. It’s never the album you thought would get you through the hard times, or the songs you expected would lull you into contentment.
LANDSLIDE by THE (DIXIE) CHICKS. Story by Janet Brown.
That’s it. That’s the bit in the song. The gulp catches my breath. Staring out the windscreen and emotion spills from me and fogs the glass.
LAST DANCE by DONNA SUMMER . Story by Sue Dann
He was short and stocky and sexy. He had a killer smile and his dark almond eyes had eyelashes way longer than any boy should have. I liked him and he liked me.
LAST KIND WORDS BLUES BY GEESHIE WILEY Story by Alice Bishop
The cotton fields lie fallow. Awash. I watch the swirls and eddies and the floating debris.
LAST KISS by PEARL JAM Story by Georgia Logan
Vivid flashbacks. The last time I saw him. The last time I walked in to the hospital room. The last time he looked at me.
LAST NIGHT I DREAMT SOMEBODY LOVED ME by THE SMITHS. Story by Samantha Straw.
I was somehow out of breath as if my heart had expanded in sorrow and joy, crushing my lungs.