Category: fiction

She notices how the flickering candle light dances on the restaurant wall, as she adjusts the strap of her dress. She people watches for a moment. But only for a moment, before she is...

The sun forcing its way in between the blinds feels like an assault to her. She has dry lips and it hurts when she tries to swallow. Her head aches. Her limbs are tired....

There’s this girl who exists just on the border of your life. You know her, but you don’t. You get her, but you don’t. Because our natures abhor an information vacuum, you fill in...

This is as dressy as he gets. And it’s not bad. White shirt. Sport coat. No tie. Jeans. But they’re new. You know, ish. Hair cut. Relatively clean shaven. A bit of a strut...

“So I’ve been thinking…” she says, reaching across the diner table and stealing one of his fries. “Oh yeah?,” he replies, moving his plate away from her. “I think it would be better if...

“Time to get up…” he whispers into her resentful ear, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. She rolls towards him. He is smiling too big for 3 am. Here in the long afterglow,...

There’s a photo I saw once. It’s of a girl who would remind me that she would prefer to be called a woman. She’s back-lit and front facing. Well, mostly. She’s kind of looking...

The sun let itself in, before the city noises arrived on a breeze, through the partially open French doors. The breeze is the tiniest bit cool. Just enough to let you know it’s there....