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“Who’s this?”She replied that the little drawing was of her father's face. She sounded natural. It was comfortable in the room by the big fire. It felt like a home now so far away.Mr. Kummern laughed and took another swig of whatever it was he had poured into his own cup. Something cold and as dark as the night itself. Andy Blacka. She carried a likeness of him in the star shaped locket that she wore around her neck. It was a gift from her Mama who had worn i...
HannahShe smacked Ahmed’s hand away from her shoulder. He was moving his hand absentmindedly. His fingers kept circling around the letters. As if his touch was emphasizing the name. Those four letters she wanted so badly to have removed. It was like having a permanent third degree burn. It irritated her to no end. In the middle of the night she would wake with deep scratches. It was as though she had been trying to dig it out of her flesh. It was her idea to get the tattoos in the first plac...
He was trapped between life and death. If she saw him watching her cry, and understood he’d been there the whole time, she’d think he was a freak. She might say something to him. Or yell at him. Or worse, give him one of those wounding looks that can only come from a stranger. The moment they make up their mind about you. A one star review. He held his breath and tried to shrink behind the hedges. He had ...
“There are two of them. One of them is already here. And the other one has yet to arrive.” Not said with any hint of mystery. Like she was reading some numbers off a spreadsheet. She squinted at the cards one more time before she gathered them back up and put them in the little paper box. The same one they’d been originally packaged in. She didn’t even let me write down which of them she had drawn. T...
The same thing every Sunday. On a quest to get my ten thousand steps. Telling myself to breathe easy and let the sunshine in. Not a chance. Sun, the poor bastard is always hidden this time of year. He’s cowering behind the clouds. The sky tore open between two sad gray patches and spit a message down to me. Direct from Tarragona. The sender is new but the effect the same. A little scrap of paper sing...
The first day of spring calls for color regardless of one’s mood. The shop was empty, she took her time choosing.The flowers in her arms were orange and red and white with two little blue bells centered in the middle. Tan straw tendrils poked out creating stripes across the petals. Orange and red and tan and white and blue. She stared into them and got the full effect. They were an uncanny abstract version of the dreaded art she had fought for months to forget. She hadn’t seen it since December. And here she was in ...
The Volvo was parked at the bottom of the hill. I saw it from far off when I was driving on the highway. It stood out. Most people park in their driveways. Usually a car like that is either abandoned or has a for sale sign on it somewhere. I parked my own car next to the Volvo and walked around it. It was clean, no damage. Jo had even fixed the broken side mirror, I noticed. Had it replaced with a mirror that didn’t qui...
Arthur spent the entire time he was in the city looking over his shoulder. It was inevitable. Around every corner he was bound to slam into a person he used to know who would then slam his head into the concrete. Proverbially speaking, of course. He had been a bad guy, a really bad guy, and here he was in the angry city that was nothing but a giant reminder of it. He swore he’d never be back. But the chaos of multi connecting flight schedules had forced him back into it. He had a choice. To either sit in the airport all day, sit in the cr...
A black Tesla was parked outside. She had joked with him at the coffee shop about her intense curiosity for Teslas. She wanted to know what it would be like to sit inside of one. He sipped his white chocolate mocha she had just made for him, stuck a twenty in her tip jar, and promised that he’d help her find out. She didn’t take him too seriously like all the other girls did. He was always driven around in a d...
“What did you say?” I didn’t even bother to take the kettle off, I let it whistle as I repeat myself. He still hasn’t heard, and is miserable at reading lips. To tell him this while making my usual cup of tea, casually, as though I didn’t have this planned for the last ten months, seems fitting. Like there isn’t an alarm that will be going off on my phone in the next hour congratulating me on making the biggest ...
Just for fun. Cinephile and writer living in the Pacific Northwest.
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