You never heard it at the time, of course. But, you were the sunshine of 8 a.m. freshman calculus class. All easy smiles, quick laughs, and bright eyes sitting next to me.
You never acknowledged the scowls and leers the other boys gave us, setting your sights on a certain unworldly someone instead.
You were always there with a ready question or small talk afterward in the breezeway. Continue reading Overdue Goodbyes
His hands tremble. “Our account is empty.”
A red F had been circled. The veins in her old man’s neck throbbed. Continue reading Failure
By appearances, the party was a huge success. Ned waited for his cocktail, taking advantage of the open bar.
“You said she’s new in town?” asked the black dress next to him. Continue reading Inchmeal
Life spills out. A drop here or there at first. Then a slosh more. We stumble. The bucket jostles and a mess is made of what was once most precious. A will yet carries us on, our burden heavier and yet our time evaporating. Continue reading Torn
A stranger burst out of his apartment, bumping into him. His keys hit the mat with a thud.
“Excuse me.” She left him standing mouth agape.
He found his Continue reading Organize
Petals from cherry blossoms flutter through streams of morning sunlight. Katja shivers and asks, “Musst du gehen?”
I don’t answer. “Are you cold?”
The light tumbles through her long hair, Continue reading Blossom
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
“Promises.” He sipped hot, bitter water.
The sun mocked him. A rusted steel sheet caught an eddy, sighed an arrhythmic tink into the silence. These oil fields died long ago.
He’d kept his promises. When the front collapsed into chaos, Continue reading Arid
You are my favorite poison, the little voice says. You are late. I am late. Should I tell you?
I wonder who she is. You will lie and steal from me. I’m shivering, but it isn’t cold.
The voice tells me about her. I know who she is. Continue reading Waiting
He convinced the grudging attic door open with his shoulder. The narrow wooden stair groaned under his weight, causing him to wince.
Paint and perfume triggered memory. “Stella,” he whispered.
Winter light cast long Continue reading Candles and Shoes