“What about this shirt?” “I didn’t know Gap had an ‘approaching middle age pimp’ department.” “So… no?” “Yeah. No.” “Approaching middle age?” “So…” “So?” “Soooooo…” “I’m not sure that adding vowels is getting us any closer to an understanding.” “You and that girl.” “Yes?” “Did you?” “I don’t kiss and tell.” “What about the time …

He stares at his hair-wrapped fist in the moonlight or the city light. Gentle movements with hints of more. Little help? Grudgingly released locks fall back to perfection. She turns. He unzips. Slowly. She moves. It falls. His eyes follow. She steps out of the shadow and dress. Ambient spot light on four inch heels. …

He had no idea whether or not she wore make-up. Even though he had spent hours staring at that face, he just… didn’t know. If pushed, he’d guess that she did something with her eyes.  Because, really, it wouldn’t be fair for them to be naturally that stunning. He knew other things though! He knew …

She hugs like she means it. I can’t explain it any better than that, really. It’s never perfunctory. That was my initial thought the very first time we hugged. I briefly pondered that she looks shorter when she isn’t so close to you. But bare arms on warm bare arms, as we laced them around …

“So I’ve decided that I’m going to be your boyfriend,” he said as he handed her another napkin. “Is that so?” “Yup,” he replied. “This is our first date.” “Yes!”  He grabbed his own slice of pizza from the vendor. She took a bite of her slice.  “OK. Do I have any say in the …

Thinking back, she couldn’t recall whose idea it was to share the earbuds that night. She could definitely remember enjoying the closeness. She also remembered how, to that point, she really only loved his stubble in theory. She thought. But that night. Lightly rubbing her cheek. She got it. In what sounded like a far …

She changed love for him. She changed it and she made it seem… plausible. And now he has probably fucked it all up. He knew that he would eventually. Down deep. Still… She is pretending to sleep, as he sits at the foot of her bed in his boxer briefs. He balls and unballs his …

She pushes herself to climb the steps between the first and second floor of her favourite bar. She catches a glimpse of her reflection in the wall of mirrors. She ignores the blurry backdrop that is a rippling mass of cleavage and Axe body spray and lies and bad decisions happening on the dance floor. …

Two and a half cups of all-purpose flour land in a bowl with a soft thud and a mini “poooof.” The cloud has barely settled when one and a half cups of sugar arrive, creating a mound surrounded by mini gopher holes, on the surface of what looks like some distant frozen continent. Or planet. …

school’s been over for her for a while but still still she gets that feeling every year at this time sadness that the summer is ending and not yet feeling the excitement of new beginnings of possibilities of wearing her scarves more often and the wind whips at her hair jealous of it probably but …