Lydia dreams of being a housewife and carrying Paris in her veins. The way Paris seems to sink into the psyche and fill her heart with black-and-white romance. Grainy photos and uncertain colours line memory boxes stacked against the base of her skull. She believes and so she becomes a knee-length skirt and high-heeled shoes [...]
Categories: random acts of fiction
We fell in love in the span of a bus ride. Twenty minutes from my stop to the transit center where we parted. We weren’t reading the same book or magazine; we didn’t happen to realize we had the same playlist on our iPods. He simply asked me if I liked public transportation. He had [...]
Categories: random acts of fiction, these small moments
He could see the air fading into a new season. Wouldn’t be for a few weeks, but he could see the first glimmer of autumn blurring at the edges of his lens. He sucked in his breath, as if it were the last puff of his last cigarette (no, this time, he had really [...]
Categories: random acts of fiction
My cherished,
I left you 100 days ago today. Walked out over the grass and found myself spectacularly at the bottom of a fountain collecting wishes. But not for long. In the 100 days since then, I have experienced several hundred humans. Quite possibly into the thousands, but you see, I lost count. I began by [...]
Categories: inklings, random acts of fiction
She wanders down thrift store aisles. Her fingers tip-toe across the shoulders of faded reds to faded pinks. Everything stiff with the soap of second lives. She searches the well-washed rainbow for something she would know. Not this halter-top with the sequined flowers or that v-neck t-shirt designed to meet (just barely) the waist of [...]
Categories: random acts of fiction
