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
“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?”
“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
Daisy was stoked to be a contestant for “Ninja Gardeners” on Plants Channel. She’s DVR’d every show hosted by Goody Morning. When she walked out for the introduction, she was as nervous as a squirrel on a leash, her smile so awkard it screamed artificial.
Goody explained the contestants’ challenge. “You are to design a sunny urban garden Continue reading Plants Channel
Another day ends over the sea. I recall another’s promises once given, locked safely away, and long since forgotten, disavowed. The bluff sits forsaken and covered in dandelions gone to seed. The surf beats a muted dirge for the evening breeze, now peaceful like the dead.
So this is another end. I sit Continue reading Promises
The singer’s growl roared through her headphones. Her foot tapped in time to the emphatic bass beat. Words and images flickered across the screen in front of her.
“This is fantastic,” she blurted. The image was of a sweaty cowboy in a room full of cats. At the bottom: herding cats.
“What’s fantastic?” asked the analyst across the table. Continue reading Realize
The old people lived out in the country. Where it was boring. Where her friends didn’t. The mention of a visit cut like a hangman’s noose. Grayson’s stomach twisted in knots. “I don’t want to go.”
“It’s only for the weekend.”
“You can’t leave me there.”
Grayson folded her arms. Telephone poles pulsed by. Hopefully, they’d never get there. Continue reading Generous