I hid in an empty town pool. I sat there at the bottom of the deep end, under the diving board, green with mildew. Not bright green, an acidic and putrid green, the color I associate with decay. The...
"I wish there was a moon out,” I whisper, watching the words turn to snow in the air. I can feel Summer’s warm breath against my shoulder, her dark eyes watching me as I guide us through the...
Taking another sip of his coffee, Jim could barely swallow it — it’s cold. Not the good kind of cold either. The kind when the entire flavor has evaporated and it tastes bitter. Swishing it around...
She wasn’t much. He was many things.
He was an artist.
When he looked at her, he saw her colors. The timid peachiness that brushed her high cheekbones. The subtle blue half-moons under her...
The semi-truck headed north on the 490 split. Tim pointed his car down the on-ramp, careful to speed up just enough to be uncomfortable with how quickly the traffic on his left was approaching. He...
May Rheston was a door slammer, a quick forgiver, a lover. She was a caregiver, an insomniac (sporadically). May was an incense burner, the type of person full of unremitting care alongside a tendency...
