He held his phone like he was receiving communion, one big hand cupping the one that was holding the white phone. Veins stood out in the backs of his hands and his forearms. Soft, fine hairs covered his forearms. He was wearing those barefoot shoes. His hands seemed just slightly longer than what was strictly…
Tag: original fiction
Two Phones
He has dry cleaning in his lap, his right ankle resting on his left knee, his right knee pointing up. He’s wearing blue and red argyle socks and black dress shoes with two little buckles on each shoe and no laces. The blue of his button down shirt is only a few shades lighter than…
Anniversary
There was a knock on the door. Quid marked her place and walked over to it. She opened without looking and was surprised to find her whole team there, Hye-Jung at the front holding a tray of rice cakes. Behind her Ivan had a homemade cake with an imperfect 100 in icing decorating the top….
Wedding
“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….
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…
Little Gentian 