This was the first time he laid on an operating table. In the months preceding, he had gradually unraveled. First his mind, then his intellect, his heart, and now his body. It happened on a humdrum Wednesday noon at work, when the sunlight percolated ink-stained shades and made the office sleepy and the light from … Continue reading Eye
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The rebel act of a wayward son.
Oh but it was only sentiment.
It is the knowledge that is comforting. You are surrounded by a motley crew of midnight faces, boys and girls enraptured in the moment. She is there, across the room. She doesn't look at you, and you don’t look at her, but somehow you know she’s there, that there is a secret world shared by … Continue reading Oh but it was only sentiment.
Ugly
I set the ocean ablaze with my own sun.
It was just a cat…
The cold should have killed it. It inched towards the edge of the treeline and curled up there like a fuzzy ball, legs tucked into its body. A grizzly encounter in the past left it limping with a gushing scar that extended from the paws of its hind leg all the way to its back. … Continue reading It was just a cat…
Lovestruck
Oh. That was his thought when he met her. She was pretty, for sure. Frazzled, curly bleached blond hair streaked with strawberry, greyish blue eyes that refused to hold his gaze. She wore a looping white T with black squares. A massive scarf coiled around her and made her look fragile. She had a meandering … Continue reading Lovestruck
Happy Birthday to Baby P.
Frank coiled around his throne of dew. Around him stars bloom and fade. Each of his million arms cradled a bubble, in which new worlds were born and old ones decayed, each filled with billions of souls who lived and loved and dreamed and died. “Hello, child”. His form slithered and looped around Pip, a … Continue reading Happy Birthday to Baby P.
I really can’t think of a title.
He fell to his back, took in a large gulp of air, squeezing it out slowly with clenched chests to silence the wheezing. She rolled over to the side in a waft of thick, dizzying perfume. Their eyes never met. Not even when he leaned over awkwardly to kiss her. “No”, she said. He stopped … Continue reading I really can’t think of a title.
A Christmas Suicide
He died on Christmas Eve, 2016. It began many, many years ago, as the last dead twigs were swept away and a brittle chill filled the air, and the children chattered plans for winter. He joined their anticipation, and made up wonderful plans of noisy family dinners, lavish gifts and the sweet, annoying nag of … Continue reading A Christmas Suicide
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