In the space of a handful of heartbeats, a moment forever vivid and often reconsidered. You asked the unexpected of the unworldly. Your smile sparkled and your laugh ever echoes. The feeling of confusion, so overwhelming, has faded through time, replaced with questions. What answer Continue reading Vivid
He set the revolver on the table next to the empty bottle and the last of his cash. He rubbed his eyes. Grit ground painfully.
He stood and grabbed the money off the table. One last trip to the liquor store. No hurry.
Outside the skies poured rain. He darted to the dry bus stop. Continue reading Aware
“I have nothing to hide.” I have everything to hide. Scumbag reporters’ questions blur into a peaceful white noise. I take a deep breath and smile.
The perky blonde in the front row waves her arm again. She is exactly my type. I point at her big boobs. “Yes? You in the pink?”
Don’t get me wrong. Those frenetic people than burn incandescent, seesaw through life, never crossing at a crosswalk aren’t me. Eddie, Becca, Jordan. They are all like that. Talking fast about topics they Continue reading Mope
The Jamison burned my throat as the car jerked to a stop.
Everyone piled out. I smashed the bottle on the pavement.
Voices were excited. We’d made vows. Continue reading Burnt
“Hiya, Mike. Feeling better?” my boss asked.
“Yes, I am.” And I did feel better.
The boss led the way into the back of the bakery.
“Try one of these new pastries,” said the boss, handing me one. Continue reading Tart
“Did you find it?”
“You didn’t even look for it, did you?”
He stuck his thumbs under the straps of his pack, adjusting the weight on his shoulders. “What are you talking about?” Continue reading Bridge
I watch Walt and that other guy from work. What’s his name? Kevin? Kyle? Kurt, I think.
Walt and I were going out shopping. Maybe a movie. But when we walked out the front door, Kurt happened. That was twenty minutes ago.
Walt looks at me. I sit on the stoop and smile. Let’s go! echoes in my head.
He keeps talking to Kurt. They laugh about work. Continue reading Not Quite Almost