Dear John
Soon we will be in bed. You will kiss my forehead and turn away, to your phone.
I will pretend to read, but really look at your graying head until I fall asleep.
Tag: #amwriting
Hundred
In response to today’s #vss365 prompt – 100, here’s my Very Short Story. Humans in shackles bowed to the Director. “What have these flesh bags dug up?” He asked an… Read more »
Missed Train, Unmissed Connection
Sorry about the crappy title. I’ve been nursing a sick, clingy child for days now. So exhausted. Anyway, I’d been coming across these tiny stories on Twitter lately with the… Read more »
Cithara
“Wait, I have it! These cases, they’re connected!” I shouted with caffeine-induced confidence. My partner, Gomez raised an eyebrow, too tired to ask. It was midnight and we were still… Read more »
Gas Station Sushi
I woke up one morning and she was gone. As if she was a butterfly that had landed on my nose for a brief moment. But in that brief moment, she made me believe in all things beautiful and pure.
Two Seconds of Fame
Zebra was thirteen and frustrated. The herd’s ne’er-do-well tripped over a stone one morning. He limped to the watering hole. Fawns cooed. “You okay? Zebra’s chest puffed up. “Yeah. Kicked a… Read more »
Hanging by a Feather
Feathers in every color, fall from above. One lingers, kisses my palm. Motionless, I marvel at it. Oh, the possibilities! “Mama!” She screams. “I’m hungry!” The feather melts away. I light… Read more »
A Tiny Love Story
He doesn’t do roses and chocolates, but he hands me the remote once the little one is asleep. **** Last month, The New York Times- Modern Love section called… Read more »
Call of the Void
**Content Warning – Contains descriptions of suicide, death and homophobic slurs. I watched you fall off a cliff yesterday. Hands flailing, shock coursing through every fiber of your being. The… Read more »
The Gift
“Red aura. You hold a lot of anger inside you.” Madame Sylvia stared into my eyes. I looked down at my shoes like a scolded child. “You know what? This… Read more »