T.H. Hernandez

“Phillip's Autistic. He just wants to be left alone, because something about his neurological make-up leaves him unequipped to deal with the sights, sounds, smells, and touches of our human world.
I don’t know how well equipped the rest of us are, but a lot more so than Phillip I suppose.”
― Karole Cozzo, How to Say I Love You Out Loud

“The bare tree branches on the maples outside her office window seemed to count to her as they swayed. One, two, three hundred and sixty five days, she thought. Something was waiting on the edges of her life. She opened her desk drawer hesitantly. John’s face gradually appeared in a photo she had brought in that day. BLING Allison shut the drawer with a slam and looked up at her screen. A chat box window had popped up.”
― J.P. Peranteau, Black Hole

“Allison made it to the bottom of the polished oak staircase before she had to sit on the last step to find a familiar point of reference. Saturated, she thought, that is a great word. Saturated with hope, love, sadness and happiness all at once. She stared down at her pink toes, curling them against the wood floors she and John had refinished so long ago, making sure she was conscious and alive.”
― J.P. Peranteau, Black Hole

“A woman who, when she entered a bar, would make almost every woman in the place mutter, “bitch” under her breath out of jealousy at her perfection. And Allison couldn’t remove her eyes from that face. She was behind Rick, a blindingly white smile on her lips, and her arms were draped over his shoulders, in a pose of ownership. Allison’s eyes instinctively found the third finger of the woman’s left hand. A pear-shaped diamond ring was there. Her eyes traveled to Rick’s face. The smile on his mouth didn’t seem to quite reach his eyes.”
― J.P. Peranteau, Black Hole