“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 →

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 →

A Good Day

On April 28th, 2017, Jerry Wilkinson had a good day. This may sound insignificant, but to him, it was not. It was the first time he remembered having and actual good day in a least seven years. Jerry did not think of himself as an unhappy man, but he was not a happy one. When … Continue reading A Good Day →

A Second Excerpt from “Letters”

I chose to spend this morning working on a project I call "Letters," from which I've previously posted one excerpt. Here's a second excerpt from it as today's post. Birch was gone when Tomás awoke, as Tomás had expected. Tomás was thankful. He was incredibly sweaty, for one, having spent the night wrapped up in … Continue reading A Second Excerpt from “Letters” →

The Memory of Her Scent

The sweet smell of her hair fills his nose as he lays in bed at night. He breathes it in deep, savoring every molecule of it. It is the scent of peace and contentment. It lulls him deep into sleep, where for a few hours, he stops existing. The soft touch of her hand, fingers … Continue reading The Memory of Her Scent →

Not Quite So Bad

“You have got to stop lying so much.” They are at the dinner table, but there is no dinner. Chelsea was supposed to make it. She has her hand resting on a fist. Her eyes are half-closed and directed outside so that it is clear she doesn’t want to be listening to Tara. Tara’s eyes, … Continue reading Not Quite So Bad →

Homesick

It’s a weird thing, I guess, but I tend to get homesick for this place I’ve never been. There are a lot of places I’ve never been, of course. I mean, there are a lot of places most people have never been, but I feel particularly exceptional in that area. I’ve never really left my … Continue reading Homesick →

Maybe (Probably)

Have you ever had a moment in your life, or even a longer time, where you felt like you just weren’t acting like yourself? Maybe you said something you didn’t think you meant, like making a joke about your friend being ugly, or telling another friend you hated their boyfriend even though, really, you didn’t. … Continue reading Maybe (Probably) →

Do You Know That Feeling?

Maybe I don’t really have a story to tell today, but I do have something to describe. It’s a feeling. I know that I can’t be the only one who has experienced it, because I know that I’m not special or unique, but I can’t seem to find a name for it anywhere. It does … Continue reading Do You Know That Feeling? →

Breakfast

Ross lived alone. He had a two-bedroom apartment, because that’s all he could find when he’d been searching for a place to move quickly. He had thought about getting a roommate, but he hadn’t made any friends yet in the city and the thought of finding a stranger to share a living space with made … Continue reading Breakfast →