“Sylvia?” “Just a minute. I’m almost at a place where I can stop.” “Okay, well, I’m ready to go.” “Oh.” “Tom and Corey are waiting.” “I know. I just... I feel like if I leave now, I’m going to lose my rhythm.” “We told them we’d be there ten minutes ago. We’re already late.” “We … Continue reading Painting
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Jack is Gay
“Oh my gosh.” Marisa pauses the show as the end credits begin to roll. “No. Way. Can you believe that just happened?” I stare at her. Her body, previously curled into the corner of the couch around a pillow in a relaxed, comfortable fashion, is now tense with energy. Her eyes twinkle at me across … Continue reading Jack is Gay
Councillors
Even more than some, today's entry doesn't feel like a complete story to me. I wrote it, like many things, to try to explore a genre that I'm not familiar with. I'm posting it even though I don't think it really worked out, because I promised myself that I would be okay with that some … Continue reading Councillors
Two Men Sit on a Bench
“Do you ever feel like we don’t really exist?” Two men sit on a bench in the park at the end of the street, sharing a bottle between them. To their left, a tree blooms full with vibrant pink blossoms. On their right, the leaves of another tree have gone yellow. They fall to the … Continue reading Two Men Sit on a Bench
The Call
Melinda dropped her armload of groceries onto the counter with a thud. She had brought them all inside in one trip, because who makes more than one trip when you can just overload your body completely and carry every all at the same time? But also because she hoped that Izak would see her struggling … Continue reading The Call
Grades
Craig sat in a wooden chair at the kitchen table. In front of him, in the middle of the table, crackers and cubes of cheese sat in a white bowl, ready for Eva to snack on when she got back from school. From his vantage point, Craig could see the front door. Soon, it would … Continue reading Grades
Friends
He is talking to his friends. “Yeah, we went to see a movie.” We didn’t know what to say to each other, so we went somewhere we wouldn’t have to talk. Or even look each other in the eye. I’m bad at making conversation when I don’t know someone very well. Even when I do … Continue reading Friends
Daydreams 