There was something about men when they did that casual slouch. Stomach curved in, hips slid out just a little that made her want to straddle and ride that. It didn’t hurt that this guy had a vague farmer’s tan and aviators sitting crooked on top of his buzzed brown hair. He was just enough…
Tag: fiction
Outsider
Rectangular, black-framed glasses sit right before the tip of his nose. He pushes them back up to right below the bump of the bridge of his nose. He probably puts his hands back in his pockets to occupy them, he only takes them out to hold the subway pole or adjust his red and black…
Wild Child
She has thin, slender wrists and small palms. Her fingers are long and dexterous, her nails unpainted and trimmed short. The spaces between her bony knuckles are long. She is a wild child with long, full, and wavy red hair highlighted with gold. The curls turn softly at the end, when they are further up…
Innocent Question
Hannah had her head cocked to the side, listening closely to the sound the steam wand was making in the milk as she tipped the metal pitcher to one side, watching the foam build up. When she was satisfied with the amount of foam, she set the pitcher flat on the espresso machine and turned…
Kiss Goodbye
His hands were clasped loosely in his lap, his head tipped back and his mouth open. She could hear him breathing and it soothed her. The soft fabric of his t-shirt clung to his torso and his arm was pressed against hers from shoulder to forearm. The sleeves of her oversized hoodie were pushed up…
Bluets Mockup
Last spring I took a lit seminar where we had to write mockups of the books we read. One of the assigned books was Bluets by Maggie Nelson. If you haven’t read her book I highly recommend it. It’s a quick, poignant read, perhaps I’ll do a review of it when I get the chance…
Blowing off Some Steam
Her dirty, coffee-stained sneakers hit the sidewalk at a fast clip, heel-to-toe until she remembered to walk ball-to-heel, which never lasted long. She was walking home, her tote bag clenched between her left arm and the side of her body. Loose, black exercise pants were cinched tight above her hips, the hems rolled up to…
The Problem With Pickup Lines
Frost was firmly dug in at her table in the school café. It was midterms and anxiety was running high, while sanity was at a shocking new low. She was sure that the hours of sleep every student in the café had gotten over the past week, if added up, would probably be less than…
Score!
Dana lay next to him, panting, and momentarily come-dumb. It didn’t take long for the fog to lift, and she scrambled for her phone. Tyler groaned; she lay draped over him as she quickly navigated her phone’s menus. Suddenly the sex-thickened air was pierced with tinny music. “Seriously, Dana?” “Uh, yeah, I just scored.” Tyler…
Little Gentian 