I low key wanted him to book that indie movie with Timothée Chalamet, but my bubble burst when the opening orchestra music of Apocalypse 2035: The Wave After Tomorrow shook the theatre. I should’ve told him there was a reason… Continue Reading
I once had this mate who only loved his gal when she was wearing her glasses. Yeah! Or at least he was only attracted to her when she had them on — and try loving a bird you’re not attracted… Continue Reading
One night, my husband slammed my body against our bed. When I woke up the next morning, I found that he’d left cocaine on the coffee table, and the door opened for a backpage Craigslist prostitute. Hours later, I was… Continue Reading
He could hear vague, bubbly rumblings with his ear against her bare belly, her heartbeat a distant drumming. They had both worked up a sweat; it had been some time since they last had some “private time,” as it had… Continue Reading
Margret sat alone at her kitchen table reading the obituaries, sipping Earl Gray from an antique bone china cup, decorated in someone else’s bespoke floral pattern of roses, violets and a ruby red stripe. She set the cup on its… Continue Reading
August 30th, 2005 It’s eerie: the stillness when I looked at everything I ever called home underwater. There was a surge of unease in the air. One that whispered, though the storm had passed, the worst had yet to come.… Continue Reading
Your medicine cabinet is spotless, curated. Candy-colored dropper vials, squat pearlescent tubs, and crystalline perfumes all lined up like a miniature, glittering skyline. You’ve turned them inward — shyly, discreetly — so I can’t read the labels. You’re daring me… Continue Reading
Emma Monroe’s phone rang. Eighty years old, a former professor of philosophy, she liked to believe she hadn’t lost any of her sharpness over time. She answered the phone before the second ring, noting that she didn’t recognize the caller… Continue Reading
Martin takes his daughter, Stella, to the clearing behind their cottage. She’s young for an eclipse viewing but he hopes she’ll at least retain a shared memory of absolute darkness in the daylight, then light again. He holds her hand… Continue Reading
The small soggy furry lump had lodged itself firmly in the crack between tiles. Shannon stood silently watching over it. She had recently been watching a lot of spaghetti westerns and had been struck with the idea of becoming a… Continue Reading