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
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
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
past the Rite Aid there was a woman exiting and a woman entering only the automatic door had shut and was un-responsive while both women took several steps back and forth surprised and unsure of what to do the door remained closed for the amount of time it took me to walk the distance of the
Palm trees swayed through the windows of the van. Relentless sunshine bathed the countryside in brilliance. There were three rows of seats. She looked around at the other passengers. They chatted quietly and cheerfully; unsuspecting, she thought. The driver looked into his rear view mirror, but because of his reflective lenses, she could not
