The room was large enough to contain a man’s life, and with adequate space to move about comfortably, but no extra. A large, sturdy dining room table doubled as a desk. He leaned on it heavily, switched on the computer, and music absorbed the quiet. In one corner there was a kitchen area composed of
“Are you alright?” Her friend asked. “Yea, I feel fine.” “Well you were screaming a lot.” “No, that wasn’t me. I didn’t scream.” “Ok well, I asked the receptionist, you were the only one back there.” “Oh.” She didn’t remember screaming. All she remembered was, when she tried to look at the sonagram screen the
Two women walked into my bar. They were sisters but I didn’t k now it yet. I was a little stressed out because it was ten minutes till the kitchen closed and I had to hurry up and get the last orders in, so I hurried to give them menus and said hello but kept
a love so forgettable Sleepless nights. I gave everything. It cost you me to have an epiphany that I was not her. You convince me to believe again in the possibility, but you believe in the inevitability and sometimes a belief becomes a reality so this is what happens when the two meet, and sleep,
I enjoy trips to the nail salon. I like to be attacked with sharp tools, smoothed with acid, and softened with hot wax. I enjoy a vigorous rub down from a stranger, a woman of another culture with whom I share nothing, yet her gentle caress on my extremities offers the comfort of a motherly
I met her in the hallway of my building. As I turned the key in the lock of my apartment I heard a rustling, and I turned to see a honey-brown face, freckled and partially covered by glasses that were twice the circumference of her eyes. She blinked and her enormous eyeballs disappeared, then re-appeared.
I She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally decided to walk through the door. She paused in front of a full length mirror and twirled around. Her stomach churned reassuringly, convincingly. This was it. Everything was perfect. She glanced at the clock. Five more minutes. It was almost a
As a little girl; that the sun is in my blood, my mum taught me that I talk funny because my mum’s English I have funny hair because my dad’s black I have freckles because the two of them made me I need to eat meat and potatoes cause I’m too skinny I need to
my aunt always said “you’re not the only pebble on the beach” I hated when she said that
It was a holiday festival, the kind that are set up around Christmas. I wandered through slowly regarding all the wares. A jogger ran past me and I was irritated, thinking she could surely have deviated her route and gone around the tents. I stopped for hot spiced apple cider and gripped my steaming paper
