“Tell me what to do to fix this,” he says, as though I have an answer for him. He’s trying to recover. He’s trying to backpedal and apologize. He’s trying to make amends for what he’s done, but he doesn’t know how, because he’s never really thought about what it means to be good to … Continue reading Get Gone
Category: Fiction
That’s Enough
I had a hard time, today, coming up with something coherent to write. Mondays are my hardest days of the week to write, because generally, I've taken two days off of writing at that point and it feels like all the pathways to writing have crusted over a bit in the interim. I started to … Continue reading That’s Enough
“Letters,” A Third Excerpt
I've previously posted two excerpts from a project I call "Letters." The first can be found here, and the second, here. Dinner explores some of the characters present, but isn't currently part of the larger work. 2:43pm I’m glad that she sent the letter. As painful as it was to read, at least it gave us an … Continue reading “Letters,” A Third Excerpt
More Wine
Rebecca takes a sip from her wine glass. It’s just palatable enough to swallow, which is fine, because the entire bottle cost her less than two dollars. She isn’t the type to care about whether the wine is actually good or not. She just drinks it for the alcohol. She swirls the rest of the … Continue reading More Wine
Mr. Ongive Frightened Me
I am Knight-Detective Aberforo Honata. Most of you likely don’t recognize me by name, unless you follow the news very closely. That’s okay. I didn’t accept the offer to right this editorial to talk about myself, but rather, about an experience that I had with a man whose name, I would guess, the majority of … Continue reading Mr. Ongive Frightened Me
This Meal Matters
This meal matters. To an outside observer, with no knowledge of Justin’s life, perhaps it would seem insignificant. Perhaps a more experienced chef would laugh at him, for he is following, to the letter, a recipe he has called up on his phone, though the meal is simple: chicken, with sides of steamed broccoli and … Continue reading This Meal Matters
Ink, Part 4
There is a long line at the customer service desk, and Chester hates every other person in it. His sour mood is affecting the way he looks at the world, but he’s embracing it, because something about the way anger makes him feel is addictive. It’s not pleasant, but anger, for Chester, is like the … Continue reading Ink, Part 4
Ink, Part 2
The gleaming aura that surrounded Chester’s new house faded last night as he reclined, on his back, in his bed. He stared at the ceiling which, painted a bone-white, almost seemed to stare back at him. In the night-dark of his first half-hour staring at that ceiling, still awake, it gains the sense of depthless … Continue reading Ink, Part 2
Ink, Part 1
Chester is thirty-one years old. He has no spouse or other romantic prospects, though not for lack of desire. He has no children, either, but he is content with that fact. He has two friends — who are truly just acquaintances, but Chester uses the word “friend” too liberally — who have oops-babies, and he … Continue reading Ink, Part 1
Romance Movie
If you’ve read one of those romance novels — mostly teen romance novels, but the trope bleeds through into adult fiction, too — where two main characters believe at once when they meet each other that they’ll fall in love, and by the end of the novel, they end up together; and most of the … Continue reading Romance Movie
Daydreams 