Parker contemplated the sliced watermelon. Her fingers brushed against his, as they reached for the same fruit. Their eyes met. She blushed. His eyes crinkled with a smile. A conversation ensued, coy comments were passed. Back in the car, she flipped the sunshade open. Strange to be appreciative of her reflection, floral mask … Continue reading One of the Others
They struggled in the weeds together for an hour, before Billy decided they should split up. ‘Light a flare if you need help,’ he instructed, plodding away furiously. Only when he lost his shadow around midday, did he begin to worry that Sarah might’ve found the egg first.
(Wallet) She was seven when she needed to store change for the ice-cream truck, (Wallet, keys) Seventeen when Dad gave her the keys to his old van, (Phone, wallet, keys) Twenty-three when work decided to follow her around. Seasons came and went, sunglasses replaced gloves, inhalers replaced umbrellas. (Phone, wallet, keys, sanitizer, mask) But for the … Continue reading The Pocket Check
10 October 2018 ‘So,’ Jay begins, ‘here’s what we’re going to do. Are you ready?’ ‘This is a terrible idea,’ Sam warns. ‘I’m going to get us two tickets to a random show tonight, and I’m going to let the attendant decide for us.’ ‘I cannot believe you’re leaving it up to a stranger to … Continue reading The Star
Grandma Pierre was a facetious woman, of this little was known. Before she passed, she bestowed seven rubies upon her sons. A revolution came: seven grandsons attempted their sales, to escape. All, but one, turned out fake. Grandma Pierre was a facetious woman. Of this, much is known.
Hello, World. Are you as affected by the surreality of the year's progression as I am? Never before have I grappled with the possibility that world events during my lifetime could see prominent inclusion in future history books and yet, here we are. As world economies come to a grinding halt, I'd like to take … Continue reading The Leaf Peeper Chronicles
My soul carries an equal amount of disdain for failed shawarma imitations, As it does for poorly cooked lentils and rice. I may have begun to cherish Bengali sweets at a young age, Yet my newfound love for quesadillas is quite a passionate one. Having developed my driving skills under the sultry Gulf sun, … Continue reading Permanent Vagabond
My right knee remembers the time I attempted to ride a scooter with you, Whizzing past affronted pedestrians, until we crash landed on the pavement. Below, my calf still begrudges the permanently unfinished stag, That was to keep the mangy black dog on your forearm company. There's wisdom in relenting to the persistence of baking … Continue reading Tiger Stripes
It was a dark and stormy night, mirrored - if not quite overshadowed - by the acerbic hullabaloo racking through Cole's viscous innards, when at long last, an acrid swell ascended from within, followed by the grotesque expulsion of fetid breath; the heartburn was getting worse. It says purple in its description. Of course I … Continue reading Caffeine Overdose
Yes, we've been standing here, multiple times, Now you're alluring, I'm wondering why. Don't dare approach in your fine leather crimes, You know, yet you reach. How witting. How sly. Silently swooning - yes, cue in the shy, Cue in the wistful, outwardly hostile. Reckon it's too late, to turn back the dial? Dabbling in some … Continue reading Butterflies