Today We Are Strangers
I clench my fingers and fight the urge to take your own in mine. Last night you slept with one hand on my thigh, claiming it in the off-handed way a lover of decades might. It didn’t feel like you had...
View ArticleThat Lonely Road
Loneliness can become a physical thing, a person that sits beside you on the bus when no one else will. It becomes a companion in the way that the absence of something sometimes can; like the empty...
View ArticleThe Bridge
Strange how a thing so small could hold the hopes of so many. He stared at the small shape, the tiny waving hands, the sleepy almost-closed eyes, and it seemed impossible that something so fragile...
View ArticleHurry
She doesn’t see the walk light turn. She doesn’t see the world. She has slipped away from it now, taken her mind to a better place. The gentle tug of the leash against her semi-numb skin has...
View ArticleBlack and White Dreams
Most days her dreams are black and white. Their blood is black ink, their heartbeat the steady click and whir of the printing press. Their flesh and clothes are subtly off-white, paper smooth or...
View ArticleA Hand to Hold
He stands in the doorway and surveys the street in front of him. Nothing has changed; when changes come to this sleepy village they come slowly, like a dream only half-remembered, tomorrow creeping up...
View ArticleA Family Vacation
His grandmother couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t stop screaming. At first she thought he was throwing a tantrum because he wanted a balloon, and that was something she could understand. Though he...
View ArticleDancing Ghosts
Today I’m not the only one who sees the ghosts dancing. It’s raining when the music starts. The sidewalk is covered like a tarp with boiling black umbrellas – they rise from the crowd, swell and then...
View ArticleSnitch
“You know they’s gonna smoke ya,” Bobby drawls. Janny grins, surveying the large face in front of her. “What they gonna say? Marc tol’ me keep my trap shut. I keep my trap shut.” “Don’t think this...
View ArticleThe Spy Who Screwed Me
“Oh, yeah, this is really subtle.” “What? No one can tell that we’re talking to each other.” “There’s a giant white statue. It couldn’t draw any more attention to us if it was a neon sign with a...
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