“I never thought Elita and Moore would get hitched,” Galen said under his breath to Quid as they watched the bridal party move toward the altar. “Why?” Quid asked, leaning closer. He shrugged as he answered, “Thought theirs was more of a ‘fuck it out of their systems’ kind of thing.” Quid though about that….
Category: Graphite Smears
My writing – dribbles, drabbles, odds and ends, bits and bobs.
Unremarkable
His eyes were too close to the surface of his face. He had a protruding forehead, but lacked the haunted, deepset eyes. His nose was unspectacular and undefined, wide and rather flatish, it blended in with the rest of his face. He had dark brown eyes where the pupil was undifferentiated from the iris and…
Laundry
Quid did her laundry once every other Wednesday night. It was when the Laundromat was the emptiest and Quid didn’t have to fight for the machines. She had learned early not to bring reading material with her because shuffling through a stack of books Howard Berg style attracted too much attention and she was hard…
Writing You
She wanted to grab a hold of him and whisper into his sweat-flushed skin: “I think I wrote about you in another life and I traced our lives into your flesh. Tales of seeing you on a packed subway car where the only person I let touch me was you – the stranger in the…
Loss
“Don’t you dare,” Faline snapped and Quid looked up quickly. “I know exactly what is going through your fucked up head so you knock it off right now.” “Fal – ” Quid began. “No, it’s not your fault that Orrick was killed,” Faline said firmly, her cat-green eyes hard. Quid flinched; Faline had never had…
Absorbed
Head bowed over his phone, thumbs moving quickly, headphones in. Dirty blond hair cut close, his neck needs to be shaved soon, little bit of stubble on his cheeks. Backpack between his legs, light brown pants, darker brown shoes. He opens his legs wider, his right foot tipping onto its knife-edge. Not a snub nose…
Veins
Delicately protruding veins lace the back of her hand and her knuckles are slightly red. She’s carrying a bouquet of flowers – yellow and purple. Three bracelets on her right wrist, metallic black stones, a silver circlet charm bracelet, and rosy pink-brown stones. Dyed auburn hair and her eyes are closed behind her sunglasses. Pale…
Repercussions of a Breakup – Part two
Laura walked through the dairy aisle on autopilot, her mind wrapped up in the latest crisis on the home front. She was staring blankly at the milk display when Jess popped up next to her. “Laur,” Jess called. “Hmm?” Laura turned to see her friend holding out a large container of yogurt. “You should get…
Kiss
Galen flicked through the TV channels while Quid worked her way through a book on quantum physics. He stopped and nudged her. “Hmm?” Quid murmured, turning a page. “Book down, time to watch some TV,” Galen said. Quid glanced at the screen, Jeopardy was just starting. “Galen…” she started softly. “Quid,” he replied, leaning in…
Clown
She had long, thin, coltish legs and wore shorts with a high waist that covered her bellybutton. Her Dijon mustard yellow shirt was a crop top that exposed a few inches of skin. Her long wavy hair was loose and fell down past her shoulders, a few shades off from her shirt. But what drew…
Sunshine
Quid looks like she doesn’t get a lot of sun. She’s naturally pale, but it’s not just her genetics. Too many hours spent inside behind computers and books makes her look sun-starved. She rapidly blinks whenever she emerges from a building even on a cloudy day. It’s as if her body can’t understand natural light…
Flip It
A man and a woman enter the train, the doors sliding shut behind them. The man lounges against the doors, his skin flushed and a little sweaty. He’s wearing running clothes, loose fitting running pants and a tight shirt that clings to his flat stomach. She is in a bright red, long-sleeved hoodie, tight spandex…
Little Gentian 