Daniel loves Rose. He believes this has always been the case, ever since they met in college years ago at a volunteer event to clean up the local park. But Daniel doesn’t realize I can see in five dimensions. He… Continue Reading
I’m meticulous about the details — the deep, baritone groove of your voice; the lean line of your hip; your abiding love of bad puns; the way you dip your head instead of saying good-bye. These are my favourites. These… Continue Reading
He loves me. I study the petal held between my fingertips with interest, amused that something so fragile could determine my heart’s fate. I drop it to float down and land on the pavement where many discarded petals lay scattered… Continue Reading
The dinner parties pour in, sun-kissed faces aglow. They’re loud and happy, many drunk, some high, but all famished. Restaurant staff charge into action like crew to battle stations. Throughout this chaos, I wait. Nearby yacht fleets rest in their… Continue Reading
I think I’m supposed to kiss her now. She’s staring intently into my eyes, and I can feel her breathing on me, her bubblegum lip gloss coming too close, too close. I pretend to be fascinated by the water cooler… Continue Reading
It’s early morning in the natatorium. He watches her swim laps, long fingers cupping handfuls of gorgeous turquoise water, long dark hair trailing in the wake. Illumined by the glow of the underwater lights her pale skin pulls him under.… Continue Reading
The peach tree loved the young master of the house. She loved his golden locks and sapphire eyes, and the way he treaded her branches to pick mellow peaches at the top. She loved the way he laughed, his chuckle… Continue Reading
There was a girl. An average sort of girl. Not an average girl exactly. But average in the way that you wouldn’t notice her, wouldn’t remember her. On the street, your gaze wouldn’t follow her — there would be other… Continue Reading
Winny was in high flight, dancing among cumulus clouds, when she spotted Nicholas. He was a tiny speck sitting on the ground near the muddy banks of a river that flowed turgid and slow. She had been looking for him… Continue Reading
You told me you loved me, very matter-of-fact. “Pass the bread? And by the way…” You said you knew it was unrequited, which it was. You said it didn’t matter, but it did. The first move was always mine. After… Continue Reading