Despite their differences, the two wizards had always agreed that the mushroom soup at Ko’s was a superior dish amid a wasteland of mediocre suburban cuisine. It contained seven distinct species of exotic fungi in a clear, fragrant broth speckled… Continue Reading
Her menu was written in Helvetica. The standard black font paired against off-white paper in a contest of monotony. Cleverly named breakfast options and well thought out puns added colour to the menu choices. She debated between the aptly named… Continue Reading
“I know her,” Karissa said. I made a show of looking past the moderately attractive woman sitting at three o’clock before turning back to Karissa. “From where?” “The gym,” she whispered before squinting to get a better look. “Oh…” “What?”… Continue Reading
I recognized the waitress. Allison or Anna. “Hey, how are you? Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said. I took off my heavy winter coat and scarf and settled into the diner booth. “Fine. I haven’t seen you in… Continue Reading
The number flashed on my watch: seventeen-million, four-hundred forty-two thousand, six-hundred and eighty-three. Everything looked strange in the small restaurant. A translucent haze of shimmering multicolored light radiated from the tables, chairs, floor, people. My waitress, Colette, stood beside me,… Continue Reading
I still walk. Breathe. Eat. I am a corpse in clothes. Want nothing. Numb. Since my husband died, I just don’t want to be here. Here. Anywhere. I poke my emotional ash-heap of a self with sharpened sticks to confirm… Continue Reading