Before she felt the grip of his fingers searing into her skin, she felt her breath splintering off. Six years since his last fight, seven maybe. It was before they had started dating. Had to be eight. She had heard through stories of the “good old days” that his go-to-move was the throat grab. She…
Month: November 2022
Kill the Lights
The lights would come and go at no particular interval. It was as though every morning someone deliberately spun the dial on a timer so that it was never actually set properly. Sometimes there wasn’t a real light in her dark corner, but only a glow from a nearby place. Sometimes there was no glow at all. Those were the days she decided that instead of a game of “Spin the Light,” it was “Kill the Lights.” No matter what the circumstances or environment Ali never lost her mind, she just waited patiently until she was freed to go home. That was her ultimate want, to return home.
The Wrong RSVP
Amanda hadn’t been seeing Tom for very long. In fact, they hadn’t really even been seeing each other in the conventional sense. But they had been doing what worked for them. Casual dates, a slower pace, adventures around every corner. There was none of this standard date night bullshit. No social media shout outs, tagged posts, or nauseating “look how much we like each other” pictures plastered together over a pink and red background with a name-blended hashtag to match. But they had been seeing each other, and it felt good. Tom gave Amanda something others hadn’t, he gave her encouragement to follow her dreams, kind words that showed how much he believed in her to do more with her life, amazing sex that she didn’t “get through” to have gotten some.
Birthday Cigarettes
He was aware he stood out. It wasn’t just his long hair and partially shaved head, or the way he stood motionless, it wasn’t his tattoos and his all black wardrobe. Not that any of these things weren’t true, nor did they help him blend in any, but he had known from a very young…
Going In Circles
Friday, 11/22/19 Frankie was always late. Knowing this, Lucy still pulled into the park at 5:30 pm. A half an hour of walking would be good for her. Unlike Frankie who spent every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday at the gym, Lucy spent Friday and Saturday nights going out to dinner, out to the movies, or…