Category Archives: Fiction
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
Not Enough Had Changed
The ache rode beneath his skin, a thief of warmth and comfort, leaving him unsettled, jittery, perpetually chilled. Tension in the knuckles — his hands shook, now, when he had them out. Rather than betray that age or nerves had … Continue reading
I Wrote This
I wrote this because I don’t know how to tell you things. I wrote this because I can still taste you on my lips. I wrote this because I don’t know how drunk you were. I wrote this because I … Continue reading