The Dream
Go to the PDF. The baby wouldn’t stop crying, and Daniela was getting impatient. She watched him squirm around on the mattress, squeezing his eyes in frustration. She pulled her newborn son close to...
View ArticleTruly
View the PDF. Have a nice trip, he said. You’re just a bit sad, he said. Maybe you need an adventure, he said. Alan was the best husband anyone could ask for. Clémence had been lucky to have had...
View ArticleHeart over Head over Heels
View the PDF. Standing between the bar and the stage, Rebecca felt her stomach turn over on itself. She wasn’t sure if it was worry or excitement, although the excitement in the room was certainly hard...
View ArticleBut I am Free
View the PDF. I sat across from him on the black sofa-bed I usually reserved for guests, while sipping my chai tea, and I just stared for a moment. It was so strange to have this man here in my …...
View ArticleA Kiss in the Rain
View the PDF He stood in front of her, dripping wet from the rain, still breathing heavy from his impromptu mile and a half run to her house. She just looked at him, not giving anything away. He...
View ArticleTo the Goblin King
View the PDF You dance on the rim of obscurity—you flit just out of my reach on the wings of tissue paper butterflies. You explode into the marrow of a thousand and one white-tailed lantern stars,...
View ArticleThe City Was Dirty
View the PDF Have you ever felt low—that dirty, solemn, wretched feeling? You must have some idea of what I’m describing, that feeling of when you wake up alone and you know it’s for good. It’s...
View ArticleFirst Date
Time was not coming through for Steven. Time—that very same thing that Steven worked so diligently to manage, to sculpt into well segmented and fully accountable blocks, and with such a responsible...
View ArticleThe Waitress
He had been persistent with his advances, if nothing else. Despite her turning him down at least a handful of times already, there he sat once again, with that look she recognized. It was a look of...
View ArticleHow We Met
“How did you and Dad meet?” said Alice. Alice was always asking questions. "Your father and I actually met on a street corner,” said Suzanne, as she laughed. “Come, sit here, let me tell you the story....
View ArticleUnexpected
What do you do when you know you’re heart is about to be broken? How do you keep on smiling as each dream you have is snatched away from you, because you should never had them in the first place? I...
View ArticleThe Friend Request
He sent me a friend request. I open and close the email twice. No photo, just a sailboat avatar. Could it be the same Phillip Jenkins? I pull up Facebook and click on his name, then search through his...
View ArticleRed
Nothing bothered her more than when the night crew put the hazelnut grinder where the cocoa grinder belonged, it bugged her so much so that she, in a fit of overdramatic and stage-worthy anger, remade...
View ArticleNorth Square: A Memory
One night we sat at a bar and laughed. Kisses of Scotch and Grey Goose haunt my every waking moment since. The memory of his smile, against my face, smiles that made their way across my lips to keep me...
View ArticleRide
I couldn't believe I was lost in my own city. Admittedly, I had been out of New York for years, but I had hoped I would get back in the mass transit groove quickly. Alas, that was not the case. Here I...
View ArticleEarly Morning in the Land of Dreams
The building where I work is an old Walmart. The new Walmart is only two and a half miles away, right off the interstate, up by the church that has its own helicopter, and near the strip mall with a...
View ArticleHeads or Tails
“Heads, we get married. Tails, we break up,” Josh demanded as he shuffled for a coin in his jeans pocket. Sara rolled her eyes. “I’m not marrying you, Josh. Also, we’re not anything, so we can’t break...
View ArticleBoo
All I wanted was for it to last long enough—for all of the words on all of the pages we wrote back and forth—to finally be summed up in eight letters. I just wanted the chance to say, “I love …...
View ArticleYears and Seconds
I’m waiting for the results of the MRI I took earlier, every second seems like a century. *tic tac tic tac* The tic feels like about 40 years, while the tac feels like maybe 60 years, this is taking...
View ArticleFruit Loops and Her
This morning I am eating Fruit Loops out of a plastic container I rummaged out of the bottom drawer. The dishes are piled up in the sink; I was content to find a clean dish to hold the sugary cereal....
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