The barista smiled at Sienna as she took her cup of coffee. She smiled back, though it didn’t feel genuine. She was not unhappy, not exactly, but it took effort to bring that smile to the surface. A maelstrom of emotions swirled around her heart, making it difficult to focus on the present. Sienna took … Continue reading Sienna in a Coffee Shop
Category: Short Story
Opera
Tonight, I will be performing on stage in a show for the first time. I have performed on stage before. I've been doing it since, oh, elementary school, I suppose, or perhaps the seventh grade — whenever it was that I had my first band concert. I began learning to play the flute in the … Continue reading Opera
Bull
“Hey Ty, did you hear about Margot?” I was a bit taken aback by Stephanie’s first words of the morning. Usually they’re something along the lines of “Hello” or “Good morning.” To be accosted by new words on a Tuesday morning, a time I’ve spent years developing into a perfect routine, threw me slightly off … Continue reading Bull
New Person
She said, "I'm going to be a new person." So she dyed her hair grey, and she painted her lips violet. She put her sweaters and jeans away, and bought dresses — She pierced her eyes and her eyebrow and her upper lip, just on one side. She threw away her flats and bought heals, … Continue reading New Person
Arriette
The first clue came from the missing food. It was easy to miss, because their visitor didn’t eat much, or quickly. Perhaps, during the course of a day, a berry or two and a single nut might go missing. Perhaps the sugar lid might be put back slightly askew, with a pattern raked into it … Continue reading Arriette
A Face They Never Knew
Maybe it wasn’t a real betrayal, but it certainly felt like one at the time. I suppose, if I force myself to be accurate and I think about it from their side, I have to admit that it’s unlikely they intended to even hurt me, let alone inflict on me such feelings of hurt and … Continue reading A Face They Never Knew
Two Gods
This is how my grandfather began his story. “There was once, long ago, a war between two gods.” My sister Marin and I listened intently, because our grandfather always told good stories, sometimes about knights and princesses, sometimes about dwarfs and witches. We sat on the carpet in front of my grandfather’s recliner next to … Continue reading Two Gods
Comfort
I had originally planned for a more substantial entry today, but my morning was filled unexpectedly by stomach troubles. The main thing he missed was the comfort of her. They had been together so long that he was used to the way they fit together. Perhaps it had not been the best fit, else they … Continue reading Comfort
In My Hands
My grandfather’s sword looked far different in my hands than it had upon the wall, where it had hung for more years than I could count — for more years than I had been alive, in fact. I never knew my grandfather. He passed away before I was born. My grandmother always said it was … Continue reading In My Hands
Thanksgiving Week
Friends and readers, Due to the holiday and my holiday work schedule, posting will be sparse this week and those posts I do make are likely to be off-schedule. Thank you for understanding. Regards, C. M. Williams
Daydreams 