Tag Archives: blue-eyed man
Flashback
“Fuck Christmas.” “You’re like this every year.” “I maintain: Fuck Christmas.” “You love the lights.” “They stop working every year. I have to take them all apart and try again.” “You love the holiday dinners.” “Just gimme Chinese.” “You love … Continue reading
Hopefully I Will Forget
A thousand thousand years from now, when this planet is ash and dust, uninhabitable but still adventurable, they will find us in a vast archaeological dig, looking for their own history. They will search, and they will find the ruins … Continue reading
Cold
It was November 18th, nine in the morning. It was cold where I was, and I was cold, but I couldn’t feel it. My eyes were open. Navy blue, but fading — not blue like his. They’d never be too-blue, … Continue reading
The Coat
It was getting cold again — the kind of cold that reminded her of what it had been like when she first arrived, falling in out of nowhere, into the life of someone who was gone now. Someone who might … Continue reading
There was never
There was never a bottle of Oban. The music box– He threw a coffee cup against the wall. “GodDAMNIT!” He wanted, more than anything, to make sure he was stable, to keep her safe. He walked in the door and … Continue reading