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
Tag: Short Fiction
Witch-Fungus
It strikes me how a person can be told a thing, and listen to that thing, and believe they have internalized it, all without actually learning that thing. There is a major difference, I think, between knowing something as a fact, and having learned it; between recognizing that something is true and having it become … Continue reading Witch-Fungus
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
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)
A Journey
The road upon which you walk comes up against another road, which runs perpendicular to it. You could say the road has ended, or you could say that it has split, compelling you to walk one of two ways. To the left, further down the road, is a dense forest. To the right, in the … Continue reading A Journey
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
