Of Mornings and Thoughts
Maybe the ones we really care about are not the ones we sleep with…
Maybe they are the thoughts that wake us up; the ones we wake up with.
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Warmth
The morning it happened, was like any other. He was driving. They were headed for a resort, a weekend getaway, for a taste of ocean air and night. It was sunrise and little sparks of light were shooting at him from behind trees. She was by his side, they were arguing about something he couldn’t remember. It was intense. He got to the turn… took it…
Calm (Episode four 4)
Too late. Mr. Marcus had seen us. He grinned at me and called out in his rather feigned Italian accent… “señor Rita… Approach the front of the class”.
As I did, he smiled at me, which was rather irksome, that evil smile that never bode well for anyone.
Where have you been? Where are you now?
On most evenings like this one when he returned to his sparsely furnished one room apartment from work a little after four o’clock, he would make supper for one and settle into the only sofa in his room with a paperback. This evening, he thought awhile, then changed his occupation; switching the book for his phone.
Light Switch
Friendship is a whore of a term, strangely broad and encompassing in its accommodation. Being the perfect term for the relationship between two or more souls bound in true loyalty and familiarity as it is a term for describing a situation of two kites sharing the same space at first-meet, soaring together in mid-sky, borne up by rising sheets of warm air only to fall away the moment the sheets disintegrate.
Calm – Episode Three
“So wassup?” She leaned over to wipe my face, trickling sweat I didn’t even know was there. “You look so …
Calm – Episode Two
All that was two years ago . . . Today, my bed was all soaked. Not from pee but from …
Calm – Episode one
“You’re so useless!” And with that, Julia’s father slammed the door in her face. She could hear the door lock …
FINAL MISSIVE FOR THE YEAR OF OUR LORD MMXVI
As the years roll by, we keep learning, forgetting and learning again. Just when we feel we’ve mastered the ropes …
