“It’s not that simple, Charli! I can’t just tell them that I don’t want the kid! That I’m too young to handle this responsibility and don’t want it anyway! It’s a child, Charli! It’s my niece.” “I understand that, Maddox!… Continue Reading
Leon’s pinky wraps around my pinky underneath the desk. Our hands hang linked in the gap between our laps; his warm, mine cold. Facing forward, I wonder if he’s looking at me. Wonder what sort of eyes go with his… Continue Reading
“Coming to bed, love?” Kate looked into the other room. Darren was wearing the pyjamas he’d bought specially for the honeymoon, with blue and yellow stripes. It was almost midnight, but it was still warm inside the villa. The ceiling… Continue Reading
Like in a movie Jimmy raced across town to the one flower shop that didn’t close at six. He whirled around the corner and burst inside, setting off the jangling bells that hung from the door. “Man,” he said, “I’m… Continue Reading
Aline wondered why Philippe had remained beyond her grasp. His brother Edouard had won and she knew the wrong choice had been made. Standing together as a newly affianced couple they had watched Philippe take ship on the morning tide… Continue Reading
“David Jones, Software Engineer,” read the placard outside his cubical. He’d only been away for five minutes: a bathroom break and a quick trip by the vending machines. Sipping his Diet StimRev, Dave realized immediately that something was wrong. His… Continue Reading
Gas hissed from the valve under the unmistakable sign: FLAMMABLE. Sydney struck another match, only to watch it go out. “Damn it! Why won’t any of you light?” Alone, more alone than ever, she tried again. And again. Luck still… Continue Reading
It happened one night on the shore of Lake Michigan, hot, unexpected, two bodies writhing in the reeds. We had spread Remmy’s football letter jacket over the damp sand and flung our shirts onto a mulberry tree, exposing ourselves to… Continue Reading
Good mornings are whispered. She scrunches up in the crook of his arm and mmms. He gathers the blankets around her. “Sweet dreams?” “A crazy one.” “Oh?” A door opens down the hall. “Completely nuts. About a couple having a… Continue Reading
Ascending in kafi, Aziza’s voice was raw sugar and pomegranate syrup poured through a smoky fire. It caught in your throat when you heard it. It didn’t lift til later. First — Her father was a Sufi Pir — like… Continue Reading