Mallory looked down at her phone rereading the text for the fourth time. “It’s better for me to know what you like.” She was sure it was meant innocuously, but for some reason she felt as thought Andy was asking for something more than her coffee order. Perhaps it was wishful thinking as visions of…
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Recharge
She was feeling drained, done, depleted. Dead. Work was on overload, projects coming in right and left, deadlines somehow fast forwarding in front of her, and the company she worked for was, like everyone else, short staffed and on demand. Personally things were about the same. The shorting electric needed to be addressed, her car…
Charming as a Snake (previously called “The Secret of Anna Maria’s Snake)
Propped up on her elbow, squeezing the neck of her stuffed animal between her forearm and bicep, Anna Maria tried to determine if the noise she heard was from her husband’s sleeping or if it was from an intruder. She pushed off the bed, onto her back. Sniper, the stuffed python, hissed a sigh of…
Cycles of Love
The air is humming as I cut through it on my matte black Bianchi Oltre. Not the newest model, much like myself, but I’ve taken good care of it over the years; regular rides, regular maintenance. My body and the bike know where we are, and the rest of the route ahead. What they might…
Love Cycled In
I walked around the bend, Death Bend as I called it growing up. A sharp turn with a manageable hill. One moment you’re veering left, the next you’ve completely turned the opposite way. The canopy of trees lining both sides give an added sense of intimacy. As if any interaction might light a spark ending…
and Then She Was Gone
The rules squawked from her yammering beak.Don’t tell people they can’t have toys in the house.There are no toys allowed in the house.People will play with the toys and they will break them.There are no toys allowed in the house.Don’t tell people they can’t have toys in the house.Like a blaze of fire crawling over…
Build A Better Mouse Trap
Her long curly hair bounced out of the messy bun which previously held it as she ran. Lifting her legs as high as she could while still maintaining her speed. She thought of her Jujutsu classes, of knee strikes. Anything to keep her from tripping over the debris.
Black as the Night: The Raven & the Cat
I heard you, the cat said to to bird. Obviously not. It flapped its wings, shrugging off the feline’s hairs. Obviously not, or you’d be moving. But I am moving, the cat protested rolling on its back, pawing at the air. Around, not up. You’ve got to go. The bird, a raven, shook its head…
Ugly Thoughts Make Ugly Words
sometimes i have the ugly thoughts sometimes i have the ugly thoughts. not to act upon, just in my head. it’s scary, because it’s not my thought it just occupies my head. eventually it goes away. but ugly thoughts make ugly words to write or think or say.
Arla and the Fish (4)
Arla pulled her car next to the van as William – Lieutenant Bryant, in the current circumstance – said to. Lieutenant, Arla thought to herself. A crease settled across her forehead. How could she have forgotten William was a lieutenant? More importantly, why was a lieutenant at her office. A series of beeps interrupted her…