Future Perfect

She was wearing her hair straight that night, even though it was easier for the curls to frame her round face. She was holding her glass of vodka-lime close to her face, as if the cold from the glass was her only refuge in that hot, steaming party room. She was engrossed in conversation with […]

The First Thing

People said the first thing that came to mind around her. She would have been gorgeous if only she’d spared a thought for her appearance instead of wearing the first set of articles she laid hands on each morning. Her fingernails rarely matched her sweaters and her hair rarely received a brush down. Her name […]

Pause

Ours was a long-winded intellectual flirtation, possibly because neither of us could engage on a physical level. But that is a story for another day, or perhaps it is simply the conclusion to this very story. I haven’t decided…

She came into my life one August morning, I think…it is difficult to truly be aware of […]

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